Stories told on porches in the night are the food that feeds our souls. A porch is a stepping off place, where girls kiss their parents goodbye and disappear into an adventure,where moms wait to hear their stories when they come home.It' a place where laughter drowns out the crickets, where friends become family. C'mon up to my porch, pull up a chair and tell me your story. We'll weave it into the quilt that wraps us up when life is cold.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
It's calm and quiet. Tomorrow this house will be full of friends the family we have made for ourselves I cleaned for two days seeing my house through "company eyes" and I like it shabby cozy full of books music pictures kids drew Looks like lives are well lived here.