Life is poetry waiting to be written
Your words with the photos do this very well. I remember August rains spent on a family cottage porch overlooking lake Huron from this. Thank you
There's something about watching the rain from a porch that is hard to beat. We had a porch when I was a child where we could watch the rain. Our house has no covered porches now so maybe that's why I remember so fondly...Thank-you so much for your words.
Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!