Porch Sitting.

Sitting on our porch, overlooking the lake. Ripples of water from boats passing through our cove, lap at the docks and shoreline. Birds. Birds singing and trilling. Gliding onto the (newly full) bird feeder. Perching precariously on the suet feeder that has been replaced. Again. Racoon or Opossum thieves manage to untwist the chain that [...]