My Alaiedon Township neighbor - otherwise known as the Asparagus Fairy for his much-celebrated habit of leaving fresh asparagus in the newspaper boxes of a lucky few - had to leave town recently, just as some aspects of his vegetable garden were coming into fruition.
He encouraged my wife and me to execute an authorized raid, harvesting whatever looked ready.
Boy, did we! We picked green beans, onions, zucchinni, squash, and cherry tomatoes that were so good my wife and I stood there eating them straight from the vine.
Light it up!
Here’s a summer reality show guaranteed to draw an audience of all ages:
At prime time - say, around 9 p.m., or so - find yourself a bonfire pit.
Then, get a wad of newspaper and and some kindling. Have some bigger logs standing by. Strike a match and nurture the flame,
Like moths, your friends will find the fire irresistible. Soon they’ll be huddled around the soft glow of this non-electronic entertainment medium, transfixed by the flames,
To read my Michigander column, click on the smoke.
These days grandson Colin is more than willing to help his dad with lawn-maintenance chores.
We’ll see how that’s working out in 10 years, or so.
On Sunday morning, I paid $3.09 per gallon at a Shell station near Indianapolis. Meanwhile, the going rate in Michigan was $3.39-$3.49.
Why the difference?
As a reporter, I asked that question at least a dozen times, and although there were plenty of answers - distribution issues, production issues, supply-and-demand fluctuations, etc, they never seemed to add up.
The biggest dog I’ve ever seen
I spotted this dog (Who could miss it?) at a weekend farmer’s market.
The owner told me it was an Irish wolfhound - named not for its appearance but for its original purpose; people used them to hunt wolves.
They are the tallest of all dog breeds, though not the heaviest.
Now that they no longer battle wolves, they are described as being “sweet-tempered,” which is a very good thing.