Back Porch Living

            Our long Spring has finally passed here in Savannah. That means that I’m pretty much done working five and six days a week. Phew. Notice that I used the words “pretty much” in that last sentence? Yeah. I think I may still have a couple more work weeks consisting of five-ten hour days. Call me crazy, but that’s just a feeling I get. ;)

            Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining. I love what I do. Its just I love my back porch more. J That’s where I’m chillaxin as we speak. It has become my sanctuary here in the little city. Many mornings I get up, make coffee, and head out on the back porch. I sit and take in the sounds of bird song, an occasional ship honking its horn, and nothing more. I love listening to the quiet. I take it all in, because I know within another hour or so that outer and inner peace will be gone. The hustle and bustle of the day begins.

            I sit out here now, around seven at night, and enjoy the quiet as well. Occasionally cars and people pass by. A blue jay screams in the distance. But I’m at peace. I watch the red mandevilla hanging basket blow in the breeze. I smell the citronella from the candle that burns next to me. Dang mosquito’s.

            See, the back porch makes my muscles relax. It heightens my senses. But best of all it just ROCKS! I’m waiting for a couple plants to grow a wee bit more before I show you some pictures. Soon.

            Do you have a place that makes you relax? What do you see or hear from your special place?