I grew up in a big ramshackle farmhouse with a porch. Not a wrap-around porch, but a porch nevertheless. My sis and I played there a lot, with pet dogs, cats, even a squirrel that liked lemon drops.
When it rained, without lightning and thunder, we’d wrap up in blankets and watch it rain. When we were older, we gathered there with our folks to wait for time to to watch for Sputnik to arrive over Iowa.
After living in two dorms, two trailers, two apartments, and two houses, I still longed for a home with a porch. So when Guy was nearing retirement, we added onto the back of the 1957 brick one-story house. And a porch on the front!
The new porch has a railing and is much nicer than the one I grew up with, but it’s wonderful to live in a house with a porch once more. My Favorite Guy especially enjoys listening to the radio and even napping on the porch swing.
Sometime Murphy waddles over from next door to see if my Favorite Guy has something interesting to share.
Have you ever lived in a home with a front porch?