My youngest son and I drove in to Florida last night, ate a late meal at Bayou Bill’s, traditionally the favored spot for our family’s first night meal. We unpacked, crawled into our beds, and slept in. I can’t sleep too late, because coffee calls my name, loudly. I got up and enjoyed my breakfast on the back porch, watered the flowers, and harvested two gorgeous tomatoes from Uncle George’s tomato plants, (I can’t wait to slice them open. Historically, George’s Florida tomatoes are fabulous.) then I grabbed my pencils for some guilt-free sketching time.
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