I really love big porches, but don't have a big one in the front or back of my house, at least not one that you can gather around. This simple poem has stayed with me as I think of what remains on porches. I guess in the northwest we are known more for decks. Thanks to classical clark for this photo.


The table will receive

Summer drinks;

They wait, arranged,

Strange and polite.

On the back porch

Garden tools spill;

An empty basket

Leans to one side;


On the front porch

Chairs sit still;

The watering can

Rusts among friends.

-Valerie Worth

Thanks to luvs2chick for this photo.

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