A good porch is like a tonic. You can step out there full of worry and care, brimming over with problems and pains.
In a word...glum...
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Life on a family farm in the wilds of Upstate New York
7 comments:
Such beauty all around you!
There's nothing like being still and looking at green hills and animals (that you don't need to care for) and sunshine to fix what ails you.
I'm with ya on that porch loving.
I'd have trouble leaving a view like that. Beautiful.
Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh.
Northview Diary poetry. Prose and pictures.
Beautiful, TC.
I, too, love the 'sense' of porches so much that I incorporated the word on my license plate.
AMEN! Nothin' like a good porch. We have to use our roof for now... but one day!
Dani, sure was a nice morning
June, I think the creature are really thriving during this cool, wet year too. We see so many and the birds are bringing off brood after brood and seem to be raising lots of young
Joated, my favorite spot this time of year
Rev. Paul, thanks, I like it out there
Cathy, thanks! That is so cool about your license plate.
LSF, good luck on someday finding your farm home and having a porch to sit and contemplate your day.
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