Front Porch. Summertime.

Like churches and synagogues and temples, I have a thing about front porches.

How can you not like a place where you sit, just being? Unlike sitting inside a house, when you are on the front porch, you are at least marginally involved in the world around you. You can hear your neighbors, if not wave hello to them. You can enjoy the dappled sunshine during the day, the crickets at night.

I like to rock in my rocking chair on my front porch. I like to read. I like to drink coffee.

The porch pictured here is the porch from my last house. You know what I most liked about this porch? The plants providing privacy in front. When you sat on this porch, you were mostly hidden. Flowers and greenery were all around. You could see but not be seen. You could observe the world but not be observed. I thought of this porch as being almost a “secret garden.”

I loved this porch especially.