It’s late, it’s warming, it’s smoky on this front porch morning coffee muses.

As unheard of as it may be, even Sherry slept in till almost nine a.m. So here I am out on the front porch refiring the smoker. I have ribs and maybe some sausage to cook yet and only a little over four hours to get it done… The charcoal chimney has quit smoking, so the charcoal is almost ready to pour in.

I must say, these scattered showers that keep hitting us are appreciated. Though, they are really playing havoc with my mowing schedule. I hate to say it, but I might need to listen to my wife and mow a section each day.

I would keep musing, but, duty calls…