That would be Saturday.

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.


Unknown said...

I somehow feel lacking onnacounta I have no red plate.

Reggie Hunnicutt said...

We have square ones big and small.

Unknown said...

Rub it in, why don'cha.

Ken said...

That Rockwell picture might be worth money some day.