Smokin’

I am taking the opportunity of this beautiful afternoon to smoke some beef heart on the grill. I am sure I am Doing It Wrong from the perspective of my friends who do this sort of thing all the time, but I guess we will be forced to eat it all to destroy the evidence.

Composted

I lost this trowel this past spring: after using it to harvest finished compost from our bin, I could not find it. Yesterday I emptied and moved the bin, and the trowel reappeared, having been buried in the bin this whole time. I am amazed at how much damage it suffered in just 3-4 months.

Uh oh

I do hear a lot of sirens from my new office. But they don’t usually stop right down the block, nor do they usually extend their ladders to nearby buildings. There was no smoke and they left quickly, so not sure what was going on.

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.