This morning the roosters were crowing — a little late, even in my opinion. Our bellies were full of biscuits, gravy, scrambled eggs and what I teased was “burned” bacon. Daddy made his way out to the garden and started tying up mater plants, cucumbers, and all the vine-like plants in the garden. He has a half-gallon thermos filled mostly with ice and a little water. Just how he likes it.
Not bad for a guy who, this time last year, was recovering from lung cancer surgery. 🙂