I've spent this Father's Day alone, and it has been wonderful. That's not an easy thing for a family man to say, and I miss the rest of my clan off in Vermont visiting Viv's family, but a weekend at home left to my own devices has been a real gift. I have mulched the gardens, picked salad greens, gone skinny dipping in a mountain pond, and made a Father's Day feast for one featuring the fiery foods that only I enjoy. Tonight's menu includes center cut pork chops marinaded in adobe and chipoltle peppers; roasted corn, Spanish onion and poblano pepper; garden greens and frozen Margaritas. There's Bob Marley, Ali Farka Toure and Lightnin' Hopkins on the stereo, and later I plan to lie in the backyard hammock and watch the fireflies dancing in their hundreds in the tall grass of the meadow beyond the garden gate. I meant to bake a cherry pie, read a book in the shade of the sugar maple, and respond to some genealogical queries on-line. All in good time. Tomorrow is another day alone, and after work perhaps I'll tackle one of these projects. Probably the pie. The kids will be home soon.
Happy Father's day to Dad's everywhere.