S ummer’s soft open is this weekend. Maybe the spots running nonstop for charcoal briquette sales tipped you off, but I was already in the loop. Roy woke the house at five ‘til 6 this morning wishing everyone a happy summer and wanting to know when he could start making blueberry pancakes. This is only the beginning, the outer edge of our warm weather idylls, but at our house you can actually see things starting to take root and grow. A dense colony of morning glory seeds are making good on their promise, breaking through the ground and starting upward. “It seems like there are a lot of them,” I told Scott. “Maybe too many.” “No such thing,” he said, dismissively. Scott waters anything…