Front Porch Visitation
We’re thawing out. For the moment anyway. The Polar Vortex stumbled its way down south outside its normal vortex range and smacked us in the head with its frigid breath. It hurt. Now it’s on its way home, and we can step outside without fear of frostbite and dead car batteries. Today’s 39 degrees is feeling downright balmy. Time to get outside and have a look around. And around I went till I ended up at the front porch. I hardly ever see the front porch in winter. It pretty much shuts down for the season. It’s our side porch that sees all the action. The side porch leads directly into the kitchen and was known as the dooryard. That’s pretty typical for old farmsteads year round from what I understand. Way back then, that’s where everyone comes and goes. Poor, neglected front porch. We enjoy you in summer while you stage the scene for fine sunsets and turbulent storms, yet we pay you no mind during winter. Time for a front porch visit:
And what do we have here…color! Thank you front porch for the splash of color. You’ve pulled through for me on this winter day. I kept meaning to take that birdhouse stoplight down for the winter. I never did. And Pete said that it was fine to leave the chair on the porch during winter as it has always been there. So I did. Turns out the combo of the two make a fine pair.
It sort of reminds me of a bus stop in Chicago in winter. Only no traffic here, and that’s the way I like it. In fact, this might be the spot to enjoy a glass of ice wine next weekend. I’ll make reservations now. “Hello? Front Porch? Seating for two?”. Reservation made.