Remember those times, sitting on the porch, conversation flows from one thing to another? Its a perfect fit for this category of blog posts and it pairs with our exclusive online community also named The Front Porch. Here you can read our thoughts and chime in with comments and there, you can chat with us and any others who are “on the porch”.
It’s a cold world. At least it is around here right now. I’m in the south, specifically Alabaster, Alabama and it just doesn’t get mentionably cold very often in this part of the country. This year has been exceptional in that we have had several instances of snow and frigid temperatures.
I love to read mysteries and one day sometime in the early to mid 1990’s I’d run out of options, at least familiar ones. After browsing and finding nothing of interest on my own, I asked the librarian at the Wheeler Basin Regional Library in Decatur Alabama for some suggestions. She pointed me to “The Cat Who Talked to Ghosts” by Lilian Jackson Braun. I read it in just a few days and I loved it.
Its that time of year again, Thanksgiving. Time for long held family traditions that often involve a turkey with all the trimmings and family gatherings. This year we’re having dinner with my parents, my brother and his wife and of course the kids. The dogs will be there just in case something gets dropped on the floor and a quick, efficient clean-up is needed. We’re fortunate in not having to travel far for our celebration so we’ll miss out on all the fun at the airports that are making the news these days.
I remember being amazed at all the vegetables that were growing on what seemed like giant plants. I don’t know how old I was but I must have been pretty young because in my minds’ eye the plants look like something that would give Jack’s beanstalk a run for its money.
There’s just something magical about Springtime, isn’t there? If you ever stop to consider it, the emergence of blossoms all around us is truly just like magic. Everything was all dead, dark and gray and all at once it seems we’re surrounded by color.
Okie liked to sit out on the porch most evenings and sometimes in the middle of the day. I was a regular fixture there, visiting for what seems now like hours. I don’t remember one thing we talked about but I remember it being a high point of my day to go there to visit, keeping an eye out for when Okie came out the front door to sit on the porch.
Grocery shopping and meal planning is my all time most-procrastinated activity when it comes to matters of the household. Now it is just a 30 minute operation to make note of staples and extras needed, compare stock in the pantry against the list for the coming week and I’m off to the store.
What marks Springtime for you?
