Smoky and I got to sit on the patio this evening for the first time in 2018. I’m crossing my toes that today represents just the beginning of many sock installments from the backyard. That is; no matter what Mother Nature brings this weekend or over the weeks to come, let’s hope these splat socks are but tip of the iceburg when it comes down to a man, a dog, and a pair of socks all enjoying the out of doors.
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