The Back Porch
I’ve lived a lot of places in my life. For a long time, I lived in some major cities, sometimes in a house where you were so close to your neighbor that you could crawl from your bedroom right into theirs, and sometimes in apartments with very thin walls where you could hear everything going on in the next apartment.
I’ve lived in some dangerous neighborhoods and some upscale neighborhoods. I’ve lived in 55+ parks and I’ve lived on farms. I’ve lived in the country and in the suburbs and a five minute walk from downtown Cleveland.
I’ve always like the outdoors. Fresh air, a blue sky, trees, flowers, grass and plenty of wild birds, squirrels, chipmunks, possums and yes even skunks doing their own thing ignorant of any and all around them, is, I think, the most beautiful setting in the world.
I’ve dealt with rush hour traffic, bumper to bumper, accidents and inclement weather, construction, parades, school zones and rerouting when driving to and from work. I’ve driven down so many streets in some of the bigger cities that I could draw you a map without a problem, but I have always preferred to drive in rural areas.
The best move I ever made was to a small rural town where people are just completely different from what you find in the big cities, where they actually talk to you and look out for you. I’ve lived in three houses here and I have to say this one is the best. It has a front porch and a huge deck/back porch and I have always loved porches.
The back porch is my favorite. I’m out there first thing in the morning while my coffee is heating up. I grow plants on it and I feed the birds on it and sometimes I just stand on it and drink in the peacefulness of it. On many days I just stand out there and pray, thanking God for all the blessings in my life and thanking him for my back porch. It is one of my most favorite places to be. Today I am thankful for the peacefulness of my back porch.