I awoke to a good pour in the Little Bitty in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood this Mother’s Day morning.
And the coffee pot is still brewing to fill the cup the size of my head.
No, I’m talking about the rain that was falling down loud and proud to awaken me this Sunday. That’s OK. We’ve been bone dry the last few weeks. My dear wife Karen even pulled out the garden hose yesterday afternoon.
Me? I admired her tenacity for getting the gardens good and soaked.
And I noticed that our flowering Robinson crabapple in the front yard was, in fact, in its first day of showing off its blossoms.
It’s looking pretty fine in this third spring gracing us with its beauty. The better is yet to come for a week or so, I’d say.
Later, with the afternoon adventure completed, I threw a couple of steaks on the grill, the first barbecue event of the season.
Karen completed the salt potatoes and salad to accompany our thin-cut ribeyes. And it was good.
So on this Sunday, we’re hoping the rains stay away enough for us to complete the mission from yesterday afternoon. What was that, you ask? Maybe you’ll find out later this week …
What did you do Saturday? What do you have cooking today? What’s blooming right now where you live?