Love Thursday: This Old Porch
And it soon look like this again, once Mother's Day rolls around and I have some time to plant flowers in the containers.
It has really been such a great place to hang out.
I've sat out in the morning, having coffee and listening to the mourning doves that live somewhere nearby (and the mourning doves have always followed me wherever I live, it seems - I especially remember them outside my bedroom window on the farm where I grew up).
I've sat out in the afternoon, watching the neighborhood kids run along the sidewalk in the summer, riding bikes and playing hopscotch.
I've sat out in the evenings, watching the sunset, drinking a glass of wine, open window behind me so I can hear Lyle Lovett playing from the stereo inside.
I know this porch is going to provide me with a lot more good memories. It already has.
It's a great front porch ...
"And this old porch is just a long time
Of waiting and forgetting
And remembering the coming back
And not crying about the leaving
And remembering the falling down
And the laughter of the curse of luck
From all of those passerby
Who said we'd never get back up ..."
~ Words by Lyle Lovett
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