Porch

The house we’ve rented for years for our Martha’s Vineyard vacation has been sold, and its availability for next year is up in the air. So we’ve selected a different house for next year, and are saying good-bye to this specific porch for probably the last time.

Sausage

“There’s a sausage to please most every taste.” Or so says the (1950’s?) cookbook page we found on the sidewalk on our walk around the neighborhood this evening.

(My critique of the picture on the page: unless your fire is almost out, putting any sausage that close to the coals would cause it to burst into flames almost immediately.)

Didn’t quite make it

I bought my old lawnmower (on the left) in 1997 — one of the first rechargeable electric mowers. So it didn’t quite make it to drinking age before being retired. I was hoping it would last out the season, but its list of issues became too long when a repair I’d made a few years ago failed. So earlier this week I bought a new mower — also rechargeable electric, of course — and used it for the first time today. The technology has advanced significantly in that time, I have to say. But I hope I get 20 years out of this one, too.