Been a-porching of late . . .
So tiny and not particularly
comfortable, we've never
really sat out there until the
other evening.
Several things conspired to
make it more appealing. A
friend kindly put her hand
to the task of cleaning the
space, so it's actually doable.
My guy put up my father's
art and I hung up my antique
bell collection. It now has that,
"There's no place like home,"
feel to it.
At the end of the day, we
inaugurated our spruced up
porch with celebratory margs;
pure delight!
We were hefting our glasses
in toasts to the occasion when
a buck and his spike wandered
into the yard. Still in the velvet,
they made a phenom picture!
I'd be the first to admit my own
romantic take on most things.
Still, it rather felt like my dad
and little brother were coming
over to bless our efforts.
They were absolutely fearless!
Wandered the yard as if they
owned the place. Came within
four or five feet of me whilst
I was picking a handful of
posies for my altar.
Found myself tearing up;
feel ever so blest . . .
loving summers gifts
helps me learn to live anew
joy in the small things
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