Hie we hence away to the patio this mellow Friday afternoon!
Mid to upper seventies in mid-February doth portend spring.
Our fare was potato wedges and grilled chicken breasts; sweet peppers, green and red; and sliced onions.
So we dwell, outdoors . . . at least until the next front spoils our faux-printemps. But this time of year, we’re one weekend closer to the real spring deal.