Was down home two weeks ago, and went over to look at the old house, where my mother was born, which is falling to ruin after 150 years or so (a sad story of being inherited by family who live far away). It has a verandah across the front, split by a small porch that contains the never-used front entry. No screens, though. We sat out there, smelling lilacs and honeysuckle, and hoped for a breeze to keep the skeeters at bay.

Ourselves, we have a long deck facing the lake, and if it wasn't pouring rain, I'd be out there with my coffee. Good morning to you all!