A nice little thunder shower moved through Fort Smith this morning. It’s cloudy and 75. Perfect porch sittin’ weather.
I remember my Papaw doing more than his fair share of front porch sittin on rainy afternoons. He didn’t need anything but a pack of cigarettes and a cup of Sanka. Well, and the view over his 40 acres on Mount Carmel.
These days, I’ve got a cup of coffee brewed by one of those fancy disc brewers.
I’ve got a laptop with lots of porch songs on my itunes. And a dog and his cat to keep me company.
Oh, and a good book about the guy who imagined what kind of place was befitting a nation’s home city.
Let the thunder roll. It’s a great day for front porch sittin.