House Tour: Porch

I was outside with the dogs yesterday afternoon and the light was so right that I had to rush inside to grab one of my cameras and take some shots.

I can't tell you how much I love my front porch. We are out there all the time, sharing wine and conversation, and waving at the neighbors - some of whom who actually wave back - and cursing under our collective breaths at the neighbors who for some godforsaken reason walk their dog off leash and pay no attention as their special-privileged pooch runs through everyone's landscaping while deciding upon a spot in our yards where it would like to leave medium-sized surprises.  It takes a huge set to let your dog do this but I'm off on a tangent here.

Sitting on our porch is most of the time blissful*.

*Responsible pet owners/courteous neighbors do not allow their dog to be off leash.

Write

Write because you want to communicate with yourself.
Write because you want to communicate with someone else.
Write because life is weird and tragic and amazing.
Write because talking is difficult. Write because it polishes the heart.
Write because you can.
Write because you can’t. Write because there is a blackbird outside of my window right now and oh my god isn’t that the best start to the day?
Write because you’re trying to figure yourself out.
Write because you might not ever figure yourself out.
Write because there still aren’t enough love poems in the world. --Dalton Day