We spent the day straightening up the house, and on one of many trips to the basement, I discovered a few mail crates of tins that must have found their way down there in a previous fit of attempted organization. A quick rummage turned up some long-lost and quickly forgotten gems.
Now, every year, about this time, we have a warm spell move through southeastern Pennsylvania. Spring in January, at least enough for a brief respite. Tonight, I'm relaxing under the deck umbrella as a light rain falls, off and on. In a vintage Stanwell Rhodesian, of uncharacteristically large size, simmers a bowl of 2006-vintage Samuel Gawith Full Virginia Flake.
A glass of Woodford Reserve, absolute quiet. Life is good.