From Shirley's Cottage

Lotsa, Lotsa, Lotsa

After the cold, after the rain, it seems like the whole outside is opening up.
To enjoy family and friends, build traditions and make memories.
Graduation. Lotsa TP on lotsa trees. The tradition continues.
Lotsa motorcycles. I seem to have that malady called Compulsive Disorder when it comes to motorcycles. If I see more that two or three riding together, I have the compulsion to count them. Then I have to count the ones riding tandem . Then how many are wearing helmets. It’s a regular survey.
Sunday morning while pumping my gas (that cost lotsa money) 18 of them went through town. Four women riding, two driving. Nary a helmet except for the first three. I don’t mind their good times. I just wish they weren’t so darned loud.
Everyone comes out in the beautiful weather. And we have had, (yes lotsa of that lately)
Walkers, runners, and dogs galore.
Cars with different state license plates, coming for the summer to put lotsa money into our community. Lest we get too territorial, let’s remember the week-enders love the lake as the home-town folks. I know. I was one for lotsa years.
Golf carts galore.. A fine way to go humming down to the lake.
Pontoons on the lake. More than speedboats, I think. What does that mean? There are more "mature" boaters, or all ages have learned to relax a little.
Whatever kind of boat-fishing, sail, speed, pontoon, canoe, kayak, paddle, or jetski; that’s lotsa boats.
But there is only one lake. It provides for all of us what each and everyone of us is looking for. For me, it used to be skiing, driving the boat for all the kids that skied. Now, it is sitting on the pontoon, watching the second and someday the third generation keeping the love of the lake alive.
Lotsa isn’t a real word. Just slang. My spell check doesn’t even recognize it. I tried "lots of". It just didn’t fit.( I hope we don’t have to say it when we talk about mosquitos or rain on the week-ends.)
And then there is food. Lots of it. The Weber and the charcoal out. The smell of grilling everywhere. I confess. I am so bad with the grill. My daughter gave me the George Foreman. A great invention for people like me who burn one side and ignore the other.

I don’t have a recipe today. Just a hint for a really good sausage.
The Pig last week-end had samples of sausage. If you are a beef eater, and like sausage, you will love it.
They are Angus beef sausages. They have Italian and regular. All beef, no fillers. A little more pricy, but worth it.
This is the beginning. Remember how fast the summer goes? Have fun, and enjoy.