We decided to take it easy sit on the porch like good southerners do.
Wave to our neighbors as they walk by and we drink some Moscato to kill the time.
The weather forcing us to slow down on what would regularly be a busy weekend is welcomed by us.
So I sit on the porch and watch a squirrel eat and store as much as he can because I am certain he knows the storm is coming.
Just like I am certain another windy Sunday like this one won't repeat itself.
So I take my time waiting on Beryl...
To all my friends in the southeast stay safe and always sweet...