Today is Labor Day. Despite its name, it is a day to celebrate the success of labor unions and thus not a day on which we work. But we do labor, in a way. It’s national burn your meat on the barbecue day when men who fear kitchens will fight for the right to flip the burgers.
Not in this house because we no longer own a barbecue. We had a huge one, but it got old and my attempts to do the whole thing using actual charcoal didn’t work out at all well. It became an excessive amount of work for a very small reward.
I fear it is back to flowers again. I have so many flowers in pink! It’s probably my favorite flower color so you will have to forgive me my pink floral passion.