She put the hot buttermilk biscuits in front of him beside a jar of this spring’s blackberry jam. He could almost feel the slight crunch of the bottom layer that you only get from baking them in a cast iron skillet. “Now tell me about this dream you’ve been having.”
Can you judge how great a dreamer someone is by how much time they spend on their front porch? Or by whether or not they have a front porch swing? I have the only front porch swing on my block. I have some really big dreams, just not enough time.