The variegated green vista invited me to enjoy catching up on emails and workshop projects on our 3-season porch. I made myself comfortable on the couch and glided the sliding glass window open to rejoice in the lushness and activities in our yard.
I’m fortunate, I don’t have to wait for “John the fireman” to come on his day off and put up the screens on the porch and help my father put our furniture, as my mother in my childhood home.
We lovingly call our porch, the “Newman Porch,” because my maiden name is Newman. Our porch soothes my senses and makes my heart sing. It unlocks treasured memories of playing with my dolls as a little girl, enjoying family members and friend when my parents entertained, and doing my homework or reading as lightening bugs flashed their Morse code across our garden.
The snowstorms and rain-showers offered our yard the abundance of moisture they requires to explode with fragrant blossoms and newborn greens. Our gardens are pregnant with new life amongst the bushes, tucked inside tree branches and sprouting from the soggy earth.
A variety birds entertained me with their whistles, chirps and songs. Surprising shouts of small children in my neighbor’s yard suddenly interrupted my thoughts. The children’s captivating intrusion coaxed me out on my deck to investigate the rambunctious rollicking. The little visitors’ laughter and scampering amused me, as I watched them traverse the Jungle-Jim set my neighbors’ daughters have long out-grown.
A partial view from the “Newman Porch.”
Sitting on the “Newman Porch” is my place of contentment!
Do you have a place that offers you contentment?
Sheila Glazov ~ Author ~ Speaker ~ Educator
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