Author: doug

I’m not sure what this duck was discussing with all these geese, but I hope our canoeing by didn’t interrupt anything important.

I had a Boston Speed Dog today.

That’s a half-pound Pearl hot dog on a griddled bun, topped with chili, BBQ sauce, mustard, and onions. The food truck has been closed since around 2013, but Troquet in the leather district inherited the rights and is serving the original recipe once again.

We went to the Steampunk Festival in Waltham today, and saw many things, including this jug band.

We’ve got a little forest of these woodland phlox flowers right now.

The fence is defense against whatever animal likes to behead our tulips just before they bloom. Well not this year, asshole, not this year.

Happy Easter! Here’s some Eggs Goldenrod, the traditional Easter breakfast for me as a kid. The bits of bacon — and the coffee — are non-traditional.

From the beautiful condition and the fact it’s parked inside at the dealer’s service department, this Volvo PV544 is somebody’s baby.

A new plant for us. There’s more shade in this spot than when we originally selected its neighbors. Not a native, but said to be attractive to butterflies.

A thunderstorm today produced enough hail (thankfully small) to accumulate on the ground.

My pallid meal this evening: CSA fresh kielbasa, braised in hard cider with apple, onion, butter, and garlic; roasted red potato; cauliflower cooked in the braising leftovers; and New England IPA.