I thought of you all.
Sitting on my Uncle's front porch in the porch swing, sipping sweet tea, enjoying the almost dark (someone had to ahve a security light, on all the time). The light breeze and the change of the breeze as the front edge gets here for the rain that will come later.
It was so much a reminder of the enjoyable times in the past, and hope for more in the future.
I slowed down, and from dusk until about 9, just sat and swung and visited and talked about not much, and carefully as my uncle is 77 and has trouble hearing some frequencies in speech. He has stories of sleeping on the porch with oiled rags in pans smoldering to keep the misquitos at bay while he and cousins slept on the outside porch at his grandparents farm, way back in the Mississippi countryside. (Jan, down near you in Phil. Ms). I get to hear a lot about his childhood on that farm, no running water, no inside bathrooms, etc. And the adventures he and few friends had.
But the porch sitting - maybe getting back to it, and maybe having to slow down from not wanting or being able to afford gas to just run places, maybe that will be a positive of everyone having to savor bits of life, instead of running thru it.
I admit to being a total advocate of porches and porch swings.
And good dark, such things are becoming more rare with subdivisions coming out to eat the countryside.
Happy porch swing to you, and a good dark night.
From my parents place.... a porch swing..
I don't have a picture of my uncle's swing - I'll have to get one.
Angie
