It’s a glorious morning here on the front porch. Cool 50+ degrees on its way up to the 70′s. Radiant green leaves that seem lit from within, amidst an unbroken field of cerulean blue. The kind of morning meant for sitting in a rocking chair sipping coffee as your trusty hound crunches away on the husks of dead Junebugs. A guy could come to enjoy mornings like this.
