The Breezeway

I could sit on the breezeway at the ranch for hours with my feet propped up, a glass of Martye's iced tea and of course Bluebonnet at my side.  The wind rolls off the Palo Pinto Mountains out there on the horizon and seems to funnel through our ranch house breezeway.  The wind brings with it the distinct smell of Mesquite and Salt Cedar trees, not to mention the wonderful fragrance of our grass fields.  I could sit for hours.