Robin Red Breast, Smoke and Butter Fries

1. Early morning, the ground still wet from another summer storm, a robin sits high on the chimney, his red breast brilliant in the morning sunlight. He is singing loudly, as if in thanks for the soft wet ground that yields an abundance of worms for which he barely has to search.

2. An unexpected switch from gas grill to charcoal, smoke swirling and rising around the lid of the smoker turned grill.

3. A full table, chatter and laughter as we share a meal. Butter-fries...Oven fries, drizzled with melted sweet cream butter and sprinkled with freshly chopped dill from the herb garden.