Smoke In The Air

We were sitting on our front porch when Husband sniffed the air, I had already smelled it. Friendly smoke. It meant the neighbor's son was on his parent's front porch. They had gone out for lunch. They were returning to have cake with us. I smiled at Husband and said "I know, they're home".

There's nothing like a good smelling cigar. Sitting on the front porch, your's or the neighbor's. And spending an afternoon with fine, very fine, people. Having cake. Not having to smoke the cigar yourself, but getting the benefits of it's aroma. Lovely.