Sausages

We had our first barbeque of the year yesterday. In fact, it was our first barbeque ever, 5 crisp sausages worth. We held it beside a lake so that if things went flammable we could sling the whole thing into the water (or, alternatively, if Cian's inferno dreams were realized and we started a raging, uncontrollable forest fire, we could sling ourselves into the water).
Yesterday was also the first real spring day in Muroran; the sun shone, though lazily and hazily, the temperature rose into the mid-teens and Daddy unleashed his winter pale legs (though with that all-season muscle tone) upon an unsuspecting world.
Spring has been late arriving this year. The cherry blossoms are only beginning to bloom now, a full two weeks later than normal; the rice crop has yet to be planted and the winter geese from Russia are sill here, enjoying the chilly weather and craping their communist shite all over the place. Sanae, rather ambitiously, planted some tomatoes and cucumbers yesterday, but today a bone chilling fog rolled in off the ocean, the temperature dived, and most of the plants keeled over in shock.
The geese ate the rest.