Come Porch With Us

Porches are great additions to a house.  Aesthetically, porches are pleasing, as well as functional.

In the South, the porch is a sacred spot, and a good bit of life revolves around the porch.  A lot of times, if you receive an invitation from friends to come over, it would go something like this:

“Hey, come over and porch with us.”

And that invitation would most likely guarantee a stiff drink, a rocking chair, and cherished conversations.

Being the true Southern Belle that i am, and never letting Mississippi be far from my heart, I love me a porch, and I love for our friends to come over and porch with us.  Thankfully, we have 3 porches, and we spend ample time on all of them.

This past weekend, the weather finally allowed me to “open” my porches, and turn them into outside rooms, especially our back porch.

Sadly, during the winter, this back porch gets neglected.  Empty boxes get tossed out there.  Bottles that need to get recycled are all over the place.  The cleaning stops.  The sweeping stops, and the heartbeat of the porch simmers low.

But I was out there this past Saturday morning.  7:00.  Working as a pace maker and bringing that porch back to life.

I cleaned the furniture.

Got rid of the trash.

Hung the curtains.

Bought a couple ferns.

Placed all the cushions and pillows.

Then sat down and admired my work, and thought about how serene this porch feels.  And I revisited in my mind all of the porches in my life.

And this one is my favorite.