Last week we stayed with friends in a house that had a screened in porch. I was amazed at how sitting in the shady space, transported me back in time.
I've never lived in a house that had one, but I have fond memories of my grandmother's porch. Just a few days ago, I spent a good part of the morning, sitting on this porch. I sipped coffee, read a little and reminisced about "Daw's" porch.
I have no pictures of "Daw Daw's" screened porch, but my drawing shows her front porch. We stayed with her the summer I was 6 and I spent a lot of time in the cozy screened porch in the evenings. We sat on the cushioned, wicker furniture and played games. The sound of cicadas surrounded us. Sometimes the lightening bugs would lure us out, from our mosquito-free porch. But the safe glow of the light through the screens, always brought us back.
My little porch celebration has made me more determined. Someday, I will have my own screened in porch!
It's April 9, 2017. I'm celebrating my 60th by removing the zero from my age.
Party Like A Six-Year-Old
I plan to spend this year pondering the good things I remember about my world, when I was 6. I remember those 12 months well, because my family moved from Iowa to NYC for just one year. My memories of 1963-64 are vivid ones.
I'll celebrate this milestone birthday for 12 months. I'm going to conjure up the early 1960's and have 60 mini celebrations... in the spirit of my 6 year old self!