I like my dandelions, they break up the landscape and give it character. They also give the dogs something to sneeze over, which provides me with no end of pleasure. Anybody who can't get a chuckle out of a two year old malamute with dandelion fir up his snout is wholly unfit for civilized society. The old firepit I rocked up is doing fine. Last weekend's rain dropped near an inch of much needed moisture onto the buds and blossoms surrounding this open-air kitchen, and I awoke one day to find the limbs of the trees alive with quaking emerald banners.
Pink petals burst from the apple trees.
The wildflowers are going psychedelic. I chinked mud into the fire-pit's winter cracks, erected a tripod and grill over the deep hole, and cooked up burgers with all the fixin's. The smoke puffed and the meat sizzled and the buns toasted. I don't think ground cow and a slice of bread has ever tasted so good,or ever will again. At least not since last fall.