Porch Musings–Keep On Keeping On

Sitting on my back screen porch this early morning, I savored my first cup of black tea and writing in my journal and reading. The green oak limbs bowed low beyond the screen, as if to shelter me in the porch. I was surprised to see evidence of a storm in the night–puddles and the debris of leaves, and a potted verbena that appeared to have taken a beating. And how wonderful that I’d slept through it all and never heard! Presently the early golden rays of sun painted the tops of the trees along ...