Kerry’s still asleep, the chickens are probably plotting something, and I’m over here starting a whole new chapter of my life on the porch. Typical Tuesday.
If you’re new here, this is where I tell the stories that don’t fit anywhere else — the porch stories. The ones that happen when life isn’t trying to be fancy or polished. The ones that show up between sips of sweet tea and “Lord help me” moments.
So welcome to Honeysuckle Heaven. Kick your shoes off. Don’t mind the chickens. And if something clucks, crows, or crashes in the yard… just pretend it’s normal. Around here, it usually is.
Pull up a chair, sugar. We’re just getting started.