12,783 pots of perfect morning coffee
Slept in on preparation day. Awake you sleepy head! Today, we gather twice as much, for the morrow is a day of ceasing …
For the moment, however, a cool and shiny Texas dawn greets me in mature greens and purples, and a cup of Snookum’s perfect morning coffee spreads its healing warmth to my sleep swollen fingers.
Sunday will mark
since we were married thirty-five years ago. Times, family, friends and seasons come and go, but neither the coffee, nor the glint in her eye has changed.
Good morning!
Rusty's Armory 