not quite coffee, but close ...

This is my front porch - there's a few separate buildings on the property and my bedroom is just an one room studio, separate from the main building with its own porch.  So, this is the front porch where I usually emerge half-asleep to head to the bathroom and then the kitchen for 2 or 3 cups of some strong caffeinated coffee - er - diesel fuel. 

This is what I woke up to a for a few mornings over the last week (we move Goldie every few days so she has fresh grass to eat everyday).  Smack dab in front of me, hello Goldie!  I still needed the coffee.