One of the things I love best about summer is my front porch. We have two bouncy old metal chairs from one of my great-aunts, and McIrish and I sit out there and drink our coffee in the mornings. The cat is always jealous that the rest of us can come and go outside, so we put the old dog crate out there, and now Huck can sit and watch the birds as they flit about in the lilac tree. We have flower boxes filled with sweet potato vine and purple geranium, and some hanging baskets too. There’s an old church pew that no one sits on, but it does look pretty nice. McIrish wants an outdoor couch so he can nap out here.
Sometimes I write out here (I am as I write this); I call it my outdoor office. In the evenings, McIrish and I might have a glass of wine on the porch, and the kids will sit on the steps or shoot arrows in the field. I strung up some pretty lights, but I think they just attract more mosquitos. We have a wooden screen door that closes with a satisfying bang. It’s painted bright blue.
Later this summer, I’ll be away from home for a total of three weeks. Aside from my dog and cat, the porch is what I’ll miss the most.