Well, yeah, there’s the whole technical solstice thing, at 5:18 this evening. Bettie and I celebrated ten minutes late with a kiss.
The real marker of end-of-summer is that we had our last BLTs. It has been weeks since we harvested tomatoes from our garden, but we found enough good ones to cut up for sandwiches. Add bacon, lettuce, bread, and mayo, and we’re good to go.
They still tasted great. We didn’t think of taking pictures until after we were done, so we took pictures of our empty plates and the bacon grease. Silly memories of our first of many veggie gardens.
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September 23, 2009 at 11:42 am
Doug
ahhhh….BLT’s. What a treat to enjoy the “fruits” of our labor. Now if we were only allowed to slaughter and smoke our own hogs…ahhh the sweet life.
September 23, 2009 at 8:37 pm
Steve
Or chickens. BBQ chickens would be really good. Mmmm, mmmmmm. Love them chickens.