I woke up at my Mom's to a chilly, cloudy morning. I can only imagine the scenic sunrise just a few miles south at Gulf Shores. It had to be spectacular. Mornings like this are simple reminders of why my Dad loved the old homeplace. Sitting upon a small hill, with an always cool breeze, he could settle into the front porch and be treated to fabulous sunrises while listening to the distant crowing of a rooster welcoming the day. Missing you, Dad.