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.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Miss Evelyn my great niece Four years old and the queen of the universe came to play with me today We made clover necklaces Drank honeysuckle juice Jumped on the trampoline I did everything she did except take a nap Goodnight