Thursday, June 2, 2011
The Front Porch
The porch has had its moments through the years.
I would sit on the porch when the children were little and watch the yellow school bus come around the corner and drop them off at the end of the driveway.
I would drink my morning coffee on the front porch on a nice day and read the newspaper while listening to the birds sing.
I would bring a book out on the front porch to read when I needed a quiet moment.
The front porch served as a "Smoking Room" for my friends and relatives who smoked.
The front porch was a good place to have a chat with a friend or neighbor who stopped by.
Now, the grandchildren draw all over the porch with their chalk. I let them draw all over the driveway, too.
I was off today, so I scrubbed the front porch. I poured a bucket of sudsy water, equipped myself with cleaning rags and put on my rubber gloves. First, I cleaned the windows and then wiped down the railing and porch furniture. At last, I turned on the hose at full-blast and sprayed away the winter's dust and dirt.
There is nothing like a clean, front porch.
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