This is one lovely day. I want to do it all and then nothing at all, all at the same time. I'll probably end up somewhere in the middle. Durwood and I went to the grocery for BBQ ribs (on sale!) and chicken legs & thighs (on sale too!) and crunchy snacks. They were giving out samples of BBQ ribs so we didn't really need much lunch. I was surprised to realize that there's a bit of A-1 Steak Sauce (there's raisins in A-1, did you know that?) in the bbq sauce on Festival's ribs. I've always liked the taste of A-1 so it's good for me. You?
Lots of honeysuckle blooms are getting ready to pop open which will bring the hummingbirds for drinks, a few flying fights, and some preening that we can see. This is a very good thing. The poppies are doing their best to burst into bloom too. See all the buds? I love this time of year when everything is racing to fly colors to attract pollinators. Like floral fireworks.
June 14--Vincent van Gogh, First Steps, After Millet. He watched her feet, her tiny bare baby feet, patter on the beaten earth of the path. Mariette held her hands to support her but she squirmed away from her maman's grip and set off across the garden toward him. Georges dropped his hoe and crouched, arm outstretched, to catch Claire if she fell. He held his breath as she tottered but resisted the impulse to take the three strides that would take him to her side. The little girl had her eyes on the ground, a frown creased her forehead, and she held her arms out for balance. Jack the dog lolloped up but stopped short, somehow sensing that this was a momentous task for the baby that tugged his ears and shared her supper with him from her high chair.
It's Flay Day! Fly the red, white, and blue on this glorious sunny day. The breeze is perfect for flag flying.