Porch Time
Ripe tomatoes are falling off the vine. A single yellow swallowtail wings by, looking for zinnia and the last of the petunia. The rising breeze carries the scent of breakfast. The unlatched screen door squeaks open, then slams shut. Dirty onions are sprawled on the porch floor waiting to be to braided and hung. It’s too hot to dig potatoes. From my porch chair I can see the fat orange pumpkin that I’m hoping my grandson Bryce will come up the mountain to pick. I hear a car pulling off the Parkway, crunching up the long gravel driveway. I’m hoping it’s not for me.
August 23rd, 2010 9:37 am
I, too, hope the car wasn’t for you and that you get to enjoy much better porch sights and sounds.
August 23rd, 2010 12:48 pm
I want to come live on your beautiful porch….or your garden. How lovely.
August 23rd, 2010 5:33 pm
I need to sit on my porch more…I guess.
August 23rd, 2010 5:50 pm
Great picture. Lazy end-of-summer days are exquisite, aren’t they?
August 24th, 2010 7:03 am
You describe your porch so well…….I wish I there. xo
August 24th, 2010 9:00 am
you painted a scene so filled with details that it made me nostalgic.
i am so envious of your tomatoes – ours are still not ripe. finally we are getting some sun, but the temps are heading back into the 60s after today! strange, cool summer that is about to close her doors as autumn sweeps in. i feel the changes already.
August 24th, 2010 10:16 pm
Sounds very nice. That pumpkin in the photo looks like it is already picked. Do you really have orange pumpkins already? Ours here in Oregon are just starting to color up.
September 4th, 2010 9:47 am
It’s rather nice to be alone sometimes isn’t it. Your climate appears much the same as here in the UK on the South Coast? My garden is fast becoming Autumnal. x