If it were my last day, it couldn't have been better.
Meat on the smoker. Dogs at my side.
A perfect fire.
Some barn chores and I noticed a carving that was long forgotten.
I found a small hickory tree to cut for smoke wood.
Basketball and beer.
By the time this day was done, I was surrounded by smoke, dogs, and a glass of red wine in my hand.
The BBQ was off the hook good. The buzz was mellow.
I am so blessed.
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I somehow feel lacking onnacounta I have no red plate.
We have square ones big and small.
Rub it in, why don'cha.
That Rockwell picture might be worth money some day.
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