I Spy a Front Porch

You can thank Meadowlark from Just Wandering Through for this post. She posted a picture of her very nice backporch and motivated her readers to write about their porches in order to win something. She didn't even tell us what we will win but apparently that didn't matter as you are now reading a post about a porch.



Actually, it was an incentive to clean which is something I've been putting off for awhile.

Thanks for that.

I have three porches. The one you are getting is the "front" porch which is NOT, I repeat, NOT the main entrance to our house. Curses to the goofs that built this house and made this an entry. We store luggage in front of this door as it's a little room behind the laundry room that contains all things sports and fitness plus anything else that doesn't have a "spot" The room is full but I at least managed to make a path for a yoga mat, and unfortunately, the ironing board. DANG!

Back to the porch. It has so many uses. Here we can sit to watch for the zombies and aliens, fox, deer, and cat meals bunnies to amuse us. We can spy on the neighbors using the technology on our laptops. We have a birds eye view of the silent black helicopters hovering at the neighbor's hangar across the street at night. We are not sure what he has in there and no, it's not an airplane. Night vision goggles work great.

Oops. I'm getting carried away. I really shouldn't divulge too much about my secret life as a spy.

What I mean is, we can watch the neighbors come and go, practicing our country wave, or we can watch them mow their lawns while we have a drinkie and kick back.

So here's the view:


As for the issue with the door, the prior owners had a hand-written sign indicating the direction of the real front door. Obviously, it could not be seen at night and I thought it looked silly so I took it down. I will usually just put something in front of the door but if you have any ideas for something a little more entertaining, I'm all ears or eyes or something like that.

When someone does ring that doorbell, we hear one chime inside ("ding") whereas if someone rings the real front doorbell, we hear two chimes ("ding-dong"). WOW! Wasn't that the most clever and exciting thing you've heard all day?

Oops. I'm sorry about that sarcasm. It takes over sometimes and usually gets me a shovel if you know what I mean.

The back porch is where we spend most of our time. Our grill is back there and we have a small table. There is a better view of the runway from there. The problem is that right now, it's being inhabited by giant lizards in the back corner where some leaves have accumulated obviously making a sweet, cozy nesting place. There may be something else back there, too:


Have a great holiday weekend!

Photo credits: ReformingGeek front porch and view: ReformingGeek's sad, sad attempts at photography, snake: arrived via email.