Iced coffee? Yes, please!
After my father died, there was a year when my mother lived with my sister-in-law Terri. She told me that in the afternoons, the two of them would sit outside with neighbors, talking and drinking iced coffee. At the time, I wasn’t a coffee drinker, and the thought of iced coffee made me shudder with revulsion.
Sometimes we get smarter as we get older!
Prompt from FMS Photo A Day.