A view from my back porch…
Paddling around in summer rains compares none to standing in front of a winters fire. However yesterdays rain brought drink to the needs of fertile fields moving us closer towards summers end. So slowly we advance with a firm grip on life as we walk into today. Moving among the glistening moisture left behind, it to will be short lived against the remaining dog says of August. This is Dixie and there is nowhere else I`d rather be than in the land of cotton. With that said looking across today I believe tomorrow will be just fine……………………………….Dan
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