It strikes me as how the best moments of my life have been spent on porches.
Porches surrounded by the aggressive greenery that will snake around the legs of the lawn furniture if ignored for a day.
Porches with bees humming lazily around the screens on days when the heat makes the kids lsit still long enough to hear your stories of your misspent youth.
Porches filled with guests because I have too many friends for the house to hold.
Porches that let the music float out into the soft spring air.
Porches that shake under feet pounding out a rythm to Aretha singing RESPECT late at night.(ours had to be jacked up & braced after that )
Porches worn smooth by the feet of years & years of girls skipping toward womanhood.
Porches that have no walls to hold secrets .
Porches where girls stop to have their pictures made before they head into the night .Parents sit there and wait for them to come home so they can hear the adventures, a replay of our own young years.
Porches need a rocking chair or two to spend moments between journeys,to sit & think,maybe dream, maybe just stare.
Porches are for kissing,for welcome home & hurry back, for ,"how was your day?" and watching the sun come up.