It's lovely to sit on the porch and watch and think.
Each day brings its own new vision and revelation as you sit there quietly.
In the depth of summer you can feel the hot air caress your face.It warms you right to the core and heats up your thoughts like a furnace but makes you too lazy to do anything about them.
In the late summer the breeze begins to cool and there is that faint refreshing that autumn always bring with it. For me at least.
You bring out a cup of tea in the morning, a glass of iced tea in the afternoon and gaze out on your world and consider all it holds .
Mr. M. marches into the front yard to pick out some weeds that mar his perfect flower bed and sees you there.. His enthusiastic wave and warm smile are contagious.
And you remember when kids were selling candy and he bought the entire carton ( despite being a diabetic) just to help out. He takes care of an invalid wife and can rarely get out.
Life must be hard for them now, but, the garden blooms nicely.
Down the street Mrs. A pulls out of the driveway to go to work. She supports her family ever since her husband injured his back so badly and cannot work right now.
She waves and calls out the car window, "Have a great day!"
Yeah, its looking good so far.
Another neighbor steps out to check his mail.
Next door the neighbor gets into his van to head out for work and his wife comes running outside.
She giggles and smiling, goes back inside while he drives off.
Across the road Ollie drives into her driveway. She was out early today.
At 91 she still drives and lives by herself. She was out shopping early this morning and hauls the grocery bags out of the car herself.
"Need help Ollie?" you call to her. "No, I have just this bread in a bag, I am OK dear, thanks" and heads inside.
A moment later she comes out to check the car and locks herself out of the house.
A moment after that I am stacking crates under her back kitchen window and hauling myself onto her kitchen counter to go open the door for her. Thank goodness for open windows.
Ollie is grateful and I am experienced now, (my daughter and I having done it at least 15 times before) and she hands me a homemade cookie (well worth the gymnastics) and I am off to the porch once again.
(Of course those gymnastic days are over since spinal surgery took its toll.)
It will be a good day I think.
This post is a blast from the past