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Eva’s Byte #430 – The Wraparound Porch and Such
Making its “rounds” in the 1700s throughout southern United States, the wraparound porch served as a sanctuary from the stifling summer heat. Family and friends gathered around for socializing, leaving their worries behind.
Snapshots of yesteryear’s porches come to mind: rocking chairs, handheld paper fans, water droplets on a pitcher of lemonade, and the springing sound of a screen door when it opens and closes.
During my adolescence in the Sixties, the breezeway with jalousie windows, attached to the one-level ranch my family lived in, served as a sanctuary for my sister and me during summer vacation from school. When we got bored with frolicking outdoors, it was a great place to camp out for playing a board game or watching ‘Where the Action Is’ as the cross-breeze from the open windows kept us cool.
There was a time during adulthood when I enjoyed lounging on a raised deck overlooking my extensive back yard abutted by one of those historic New England stone walls in the woods beyond. I had a front row seat to an entourage of deer traipsing through, encouraged to trespass by plentiful foliage to nibble on.
In the here and now at my apartment complex, I don’t have a porch or such to step onto. But, there is a gazebo on the grounds to step inside.
In the capacity of a writer, I’m wrapping my head around drafting Chapter 38 (407 words thus far) along my Contemporary work in progress which, incidentally, features a wraparound porch.
*May each of us find time to enjoy the panoramic view afforded by our surroundings.
My sincere appreciation to you for reading this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
Snapshots of yesteryear’s porches come to mind: rocking chairs, handheld paper fans, water droplets on a pitcher of lemonade, and the springing sound of a screen door when it opens and closes.
During my adolescence in the Sixties, the breezeway with jalousie windows, attached to the one-level ranch my family lived in, served as a sanctuary for my sister and me during summer vacation from school. When we got bored with frolicking outdoors, it was a great place to camp out for playing a board game or watching ‘Where the Action Is’ as the cross-breeze from the open windows kept us cool.
There was a time during adulthood when I enjoyed lounging on a raised deck overlooking my extensive back yard abutted by one of those historic New England stone walls in the woods beyond. I had a front row seat to an entourage of deer traipsing through, encouraged to trespass by plentiful foliage to nibble on.
In the here and now at my apartment complex, I don’t have a porch or such to step onto. But, there is a gazebo on the grounds to step inside.
In the capacity of a writer, I’m wrapping my head around drafting Chapter 38 (407 words thus far) along my Contemporary work in progress which, incidentally, features a wraparound porch.
*May each of us find time to enjoy the panoramic view afforded by our surroundings.
My sincere appreciation to you for reading this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
