The wicker chair's a little creaky, but it's all right. You know, so often my neighbors, co-workers and interns comment on having the best time out here on the front porch, catching a quick lunch with the hot sun filtering through the crown of the silver maple. Or a leisurely supper, then lingering past twilight, chatting up the fireflies, or delving the evening's depth with stories, thoughtful discussion and quiet reflection. The perfect evening air, not so chilly or warm that you can even feel it, air just barely floating by. Our best words and thoughts drifting off the porch and away on the dark mid-night air, gone for good.
Day is done.
See ya in the morning. Well, we had this bright idea. Now, when we think of it, right around dusk, we roll out about 20 yards of tobacco netting, from the edge of the porch right out across the lawn. Then we tell our stories all evening. First thing in the morning we get ourselves out there, roll up the netting, quick like, and take it out back to the breezeway.