Porches of all kinds are the heart of summertime memories for many of us. Heading into the hot summer, comfortable porch chairs would be dragged out of hiding and placed facing the road. A few folks felt more comfortable sitting on porch stairs.
Porch mornings would be a quiet time for observing nature or listening to a neighbor child screaming as a hairbrush was pulled through their tangled hair. Afternoons were fine for reading a book, working a crossword puzzle or enjoying a good magazine. Evenings were best just sitting and thinking or chatting with family and/or friends.
My memory bank of porches is full -- great-grandmother and four-leaf clovers -- laughs and heartbreaks -- my dad and dogs -- boyfriends and girlfriends -- my cousin and root-beer floats -- my kids and a raccoon and more. So full that in fact I could write a book just about my life with porches.
I bet you have some favorite memories . . .