My Daddy passed in 2015. Nothing was ever the same after that. Before that my Sundays went something like this… Church, lunch at Mama & Daddy’s, nap, supper at Mama & Daddy’s. There was always plenty of sweet tea, and love.
It’s a pleasant Saturday afternoon in the south. The mailwoman just put my daily mail in the box. I’m not sure what this blog will be about. I don’t think there’s anything important in mailbox. I’ll sit here on the porch a little longer.
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton