This Place I Know…

So many times, people overlook the exquisite simplicity of sitting on a front poarch.  In the summertime, I rarely want to leave mine.  While sitting in my poarch rocker, I am offered shade from the stifling mid-summer heat, and the teracotta tiles feel cool beneath my bare feet.  After taking in the sights from my poarch of the rolling, green mountains, white clouds dotting the Carolina blue sky, and the hibiscus blooming nearby, I find myself kicking my feet up on the poarch rail and getting lost in a good book.  Slowly, I am lulled to sleep by the rocking, the reading, and the gentle rustle of the crisp green leaves by the gentle summer breeze.  How I long for a day on my poarch like that.  For right now…from my front poarch I see snow slowly melting to slush and blades of grass trying to poke through the smooth blanket of white, and I can’t help but get a case of spring fever.

~ by spicerer on January 17, 2008.