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The Front Porch

Good morning to all.  What a lovely day it is outdoors this morning.  I will be running around a bit today helping a friend in need.  More work is calling my name from my work table..so hopefully, today will be a good day for working as well.
Well, today's picture...one a day for a year, was taken this morning looking up into the sky.  Just a reminder of the beauty of the day as it begins. 
As for today's blog, I decide to write about the front porch.  I know that the front porch has been a staple in my life.  I have heard many things on a porch, from stories that my grandparents told, to stories that I have told to my children and my grandchildren.  I have sat and rocked on the front porch or my grandmothers and rocked on the porch of my daughter.  That front porch was there for me on my wedding day, and on the day that I wept when I lost my mother.  It was the porch that I sat on when I needed to pray for help and the same place that I have helped others up and down stairs. 
I remember sitting on the stoop as a child and playing mother may I and sat on the stoop of the porch while I watched my granddaughter draw on the sidewalk with chalk. 
Funny how life goes past us on the porch.  We can sit and watch the sunrise or set from that place.   It is the porch that acts as the entryway for a new baby to come home from the hospital and the last place from home that we leave from upon our death.  My front porch was the place that I embroidered and crocheted and read books from as a child.  It was the place I played with my Barbie dolls and the same place that I played with my children.  From my porch I listened to music on the radio and the melodies of the birds in the trees.  On my porch I have hung Christmas Lights and set out decorated pumpkins...the porch played the role of an easel.  It sets the stage for life.  So today, as you leave your home or perhaps when you return and walked onto your porch...stop for a moment and think about all the phases of your life that has crossed over that place.  All the special occasions and moments that were shared there.
The definition of a porch is simply and entryway.  It has many names...veranda, portico, lanai, gallery, piazza and stoop.  Whatever the name, wherever it is found...a porch is the entryway into our lives.  It holds the memories of when we come and when we go. 
















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