Something about those crisp spring evenings makes a fire more welcome even than in November, doesn’t it? We started with drinks of the porch, but then moved indoors to warm up by a welcoming blaze.
Sam helps.
But gets a stern warning.
The Masters came down to an exciting finish!
Skirt steak, asparagus, salad.
Unfortunately, no shots of Sondra, Leigh or Lexi? I don’t know what I was thinking.
