When I was growing up we spent a lot of time at my
grandparent's home...in fact we even lived there for awhile, and spending the
evenings on the front porch is one of my clearest memories. That porch had
wicker furniture with big soft cushions, and big beautiful awnings that kept it
cool. When we'd take a walk there we'd stop and say hello to lots of people who
were sitting on their porches and they'd do the same when they strolled around
the neighborhood.
Woof and I are on our porch every night...sometimes waiting
for my mate to come home from a late day in the salt mine, or all three of us
are there discussing our day...maybe it's about chasing a cat, or closing a
deal, or why the gardenia isn't blooming. I've had our porch furniture out
since March...the warm spring pushing me to rush the season this year. My
friend Bill told me that I have so many plants that I'm starting to look like
one of those crazy people you see being led away on TV. I'm undaunted. He seems
to put up with it when he's sitting there with his big lab having a glass of
wine. ( Bill that is).
The front porch means a lot around here. Its big enough to
set up a round table for dinner...a great place for those few remaining smokers
to puff away during the Christmas party, and a great place for a crazy person's
tropical palms and plants. Most of all it's a break from the noise of
life...from politics and the latest news. The magic words around here are "
lets go out on the porch"......We're lucky.
Lots of great memories on the porch!
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