A Weekend's Worth

.... The trick this weekend was to make Saturday count for both Saturday & Sunday as - no rest for the wicked - Sunday was Double Tech Day. As such, we succeeded!

First off though, Friday, which was a little on the crazy side. It's been a tough week for America. The fires in West, Texas; the explosion in Boston, subsequent shooting at MIT & car chase; the lock-down of Watertown with reports coming in on the hour as the manhunt took place throughout the neighbourhood. 
  We went out to the Tavern amidst warnings of Tornado Watch. The storm looked to be headed south past Richmond. We did have flickering lights over the dinner table in the restaurant & a dramatic rain shower, that's all. At in'ermission, catching up on the news:  second suspect found & arrested; relief.  

Saturday. The final fully free one from Now up until August. 

Making it Happen & making it Good:  

Sunshine outside of "Yellow Umbrella"

which effectively means al fresco eating is due later.

Vive la Grill!

Shucking away Saturday ....
An oysterful afternoon treat.

Sunny skies.

        
I read Red...                       
                    sunbathed ...

                       snoozed ...

once again grateful for the grass
in my adoptive backyard. 

(7's rooftop doesn't quite compare even with its glorious views of surrounding buildings, garbage cans & the drone of exiting cars. Funnily enough.)

A walk in the park to find - at last - the long-promised azaleas in full bloom! 

Spring is surely one heck of a capricious creature - only last week they were still but buds.
This Saturday though, beautiful & vibrant: pink, purple, red, white. 

 

  I'm going to dramatically refer to this one as "Saturday's 'Last Supper'".
~ Irish trout revisited along with my Scottish Fraoch find!

We fence-hopped later to join the neighbours around their fire pit, 

dessert first via marshmallows on sticks;
embers later on called for 'homegrown' hot dogs. 


Talk of lightning bugs (fireflies), 
wriggly inchworms spotted earlier, weaving their webs everywhere
as well as the very topical cicadas ("sə-ˈkā-də") 
- not to be confused with, nor probably eaten in, quesadillas!

(Incidentally, we had Tom Kitt's first cousin with us by the campfire. 
He wrote the music for Next to Normal, which The Manly Man is running sound for. 
Hence he was sure to check out just how loud Kitt had intended it to be played. 
The answer? Loud.)

Mmm, lovely evening, lovely day.

And now,  Tech, Tech, Tech...