What's keeping us indoors? TV? The comfort of air conditioning? Our fast-paced lives? Or how about the computer?
I can easily reminisce about the porches I knew in my childhood the same way I would reminisce about an old friend.
(photo by Jimmy Lopes, Dreamstime.)
We had a strawberry patch, and Mom sold strawberries by the side of the road. I sat on the porch waiting for sales!
Later we moved to a house back from the road. I sat on the porch afternoons to eat a popsicle. Then, when dinner was ready, I sat there to wait for my Dad to finish milking the cows and come in the house to eat. And how I loved sitting there during a summer shower, smelling the rain while remaining perfectly dry.
We'd shell peas, shuck corn, and snap green beans, all on our front porch.
I can picture the snow shovel on the porch, leaning against the house, after a snowstorm in the winter. Likewise, I can picture a huge pile of cantaloupes Mom had just gathered from the garden in the summer.
I smelled the marigolds, heard the birds singing, listened to the crickets, and watched the lightening bugs. I heard the screen door banging. All while sitting on the porch.
I read Charlotte's Web while sitting on that porch. And I played "Church" with the farm cats. They were my children, but they rarely behaved very well in church!
What are your memories about your front porch?