This post is brought to you from one of my most favorite places on earth.
My front porch.
It is screened, with a large turquoise Native American print rug.
Hanging from the ceiling are all sorts of chimes, sconces, lanterns and mobiles. In the summer, is an oasis of plants and succulents. I'm waiting until after the last frost to move them outside.
In front of me, the whole world floats by...on bikes...pushing strollers, walking dogs. Cars creeping down the lane with windows down, sun shining on bare arms. Couples hold hands. Kids laugh. The street has sidewalk on both sides---a rare thing in this day and age.
For weeks, it has been too cold to sit outside, but today--it is perfect. I've got my computer, the scent of orange ginger lotion. My audible audio book, Gone Girl. A big jug of ice cold water with lime.
Last summer, we invested in some amazingly comfortable new rotating rocker chairs and couch. Orange and wicker.
In the distance I can hear the knocking of a woodpecker. Ratta-tat-ratta-tat--ratta-tat. Starlings twitter. Twitter-twit-twitter-twit--twitter-twit. Robins cheep. Pip. Pip. Pip.
It is warm enough for capri pants. As soon as I walked in the door from work, I tore off my socks and work shoes.
Now my feet are bare, a fresh 4-leaf-clover green polish coat of paint on my toenails---the first pedicure of the season.
Hard to believe we had a snow day less than 5 days ago at school.
The hint of fluid and smoke from a charcoal grill in wafts through neighborhood. Someone is having their first Bar-B-Que of the season tonight.
Crunchy brown leaves and piles of spiky gum balls from our sweet gum are raked into patches in the front yard. The gumballs never fall until January--and it hasn't been warm enough to rake them up.
I should get out there with a rake....and take care of that today....but I just want to sit and enjoy this perfect spot.
And let my nail polish dry, while I enjoy this wonderful moment in my favorite spot.
This is my 'slice of life' blog.
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