may seem strange to write a letter to a porch but this porch means so many things to me that i felt this sacred place of mine needed to be thanked.
its that time of year again. the time when i have to make you ready for the long winter. i’ve already long brought in the plants. now i have to find places to store the games. take in the table cloth and candles. plastic is now covering your screens to protect you from the cold winds and snow. i have left a part of those screens open for those moments when i need to feel the caress of winter’s wind along with serenity and peace that only you, my beloved porch can bring.
i will miss my morning coffee in the early morning light. listening to the songs of birds
as they breakfast at the feeder. the hummingbirds left sometime in september and i think i will miss them most of all. at least until they return next year.
you have been my most trusted friend and ally. always there when i need comfort. i’ve
hung memories from visits to other places from your rafters and lit candles and fairy lights at night as i watch the glow bugs across the way. on days when i’m sitting in my comfy chair feeling less then optimal i know i can be soothed. you with screens and until recently open walls have been what has kept me sane on the most trying of days and weeks. i can breathe and feel whole.
i’ll still go out and visit, in my long warm bathrobe, mittened hands around hot coffee in a mug and a hand knit hat on my head. my scarf will keep my neck warm as i breath out puffs of cold air and try to capture the morning light that will dawn later and later each day. i’ll enjoy the smell of wood smoke and snow, until its just too cold to do so.
thank you for all these moments and the moments to come.
here are some of the scenes from this past season..