Period -- no deviations. Real simple. Unless you count deer season...
More or less (mainly more) it has rained and drizzled and poured like some tropical island since last Wednesday.
As luck would have it, the Pink Brandywines are ripening, and there were enough of the happy 'maters to make homemade spaghetti sauce. Sorry. If you want to make your own noodles, that's not me. My domestic nesting only goes so far.
So go get a good glass of old vine zinfandel and pull up a chair. Tomorrow we'll talk about SAUCE.