Kickin' it on your porch

Porches are fantastic. They let you be surrounded by nature in the comfort of your own home. We now have two functional porches, one in the front of the house and one that comes off the second floor. On the front porch we have a rocking chair, a vintage looking red table and green side-table. I have two hanging flowers and a sun shaped light catcher. We also managed to lock our bikes on the side railing. It's a little tight, but not bad, you can still walk around fine.

We are still in the process of fixing up our upstairs balcony porch. We've put three matching outdoor rugs down and instead of puncturing the new roof with glue or staples to keep them down, we instead put five heavy flower pots down on each corner. We also have a small steel table and two matching chairs to help. It's so nice up there. I can't wait to buy the flowers to go in all the pots, it's going to be beautiful.

My sister and Allen have enjoyed sitting out on the porches, the front one more since it's really not stopped raining until today.

We've really created a couple nice new environments for us to read, enjoy each others company, or to just be close to nature.

Rocking Chairs...Rock

Call me a 75 year old retired grandmother with a knitting fetish and a penchant for gossip, but I've always had a thing for rocking chairs. I just like the motion. I mean really, who doesn't? The back and forth, back and forth is very soothing. I'm sure it tingles the primitive part of our brain that was aware of motion while we were still in the womb. It's the same reason some people, faced with levels of stress their minds can't deal with, rock back and forth on the ground. Not me of course. Stress can't touch me.

Mainly because I've knitted myself a force field while rocking in my rocking chair.

Actually I haven't really enjoyed the pleasures of a rocking chair in a long time. We have one, but we don't have room for it so it never gets sat on. Plus it's all wood, and I really prefer the older chairs with the wicker seat and back. Much more comfortable.

One day I'd like to build one of those outdoor Adirondack glider chairs. I love gliders because their motion is even smoother than rockers, and they don't require a smooth surface to perform at their best. I would sit the gliders (one for Kate, too) out on our front porch and we would lounge in the spring air, sipping Southsides, chatting with neighbors, rocking our worries into submission.

And if we took Ecstasy we could rock and roll.

But we'll just rock.