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May porch.

All winter I’ve been waiting till spring and porch-sitting weather.

It’s here!

Sometimes I write in the swing. Sometimes I just sit and drink coffee. Or read. Pen letters. Have quiet time. Sometimes I do nothing at all but listen to the birds and look down in the valley, which is what my grandfather used to do. All I can think of is what Scripture says…

His mercies are new every morning.