My house is itty bitty and only has one bathroom but it has a front porch, so that is all that really matters to me.
Manhattans, coffee, guacamole, ice cream, red red wine, pancakes, beading, reading, deep conversations, funny stories, long deep silences, The Bug practicing her violin...it is all so much better on the front porch.
When I was growing up, my family had a summer bungalow with a fantastic screened in front porch, 8 rocking chairs, a glider and a chaise lounge. The perfect time on that porch was in the rain with a book. I would rock for hours and read and listen to the rain. But really, any time was the perfect time when I was on that porch. The back porch was screened in as well and had a huge table with benches. I am not sure how many people we could cram around that table. It seemed like it extended and shrunk according to how many people were there. It had a door to the kitchen, and a great serving window to the kitchen. My bedroom had a window which opened onto the back porch...most convenient since there was a bed on the porch too and my boyfriends would sleep on it when they were staying over. I could go on about that house and those porches, but it is a tender subject for me and I have a lot to get done today, so I do not want to get too emotional right now.
When I first heard this song in the early 90s, it instantly took me to the front porch I grew up on. It is still a favorite of mine. Oh Lyle...you know how to do it for me ;-)
And during the winter months, when porch season seems so. far. away., I listen to this exact version while I make dinner and sing it LOUD. Lyle's co-writer on this one, REK, has a totally different take on the same exact song. And it is the version I need when the weather is 20degrees, snow and ice...fun, lighthearted, pickin' and grinnin'.
What is your favorite, comforting place in your house, or houses or your past?
*Appreciate what you have. Want for less...unless it is beads or music.