So Many Colors

I can smell the ribs cooking on the grill as I crawl around under the maple tree to look at the bright flowers. So many colors, so little time. Baked beans and barbecued ribs. The neighbors are bringing salads. There is beer. No one had the energy to make a dessert, although two cooks thought about lemon bars. Not enough to make them materialize, but we were all too full at the end of the meal anyway. It was a good evening.