It’s winter (though my calendar technically reminds me we have 8 days yet until her official start on the winter solstice).
I miss the summer days on my front porch in Charlotte Vermont.
Now, I’m forced to walk past my porch determined to get out of the biting winds. I barely allow myself to linger though in my mind I’m still there. In my mind, I remember watching the storms advancing from the west, high in the Adirondack Mts which I see clearly and up close. I see Lake Champlain. Thompson’s Point. I hear the distant train whistle. Miss working on the front porch. making my phone calls, working on my laptop. My front porch became my office, my living room, my dining room, my place for a nap, my library, my place to write, to listen to music, lots of laughter, my place to chat with a friend or my kids on any subjects at all. It was a place to banter about the latest Red Sox game, whether to go out on the lake or to take a hike. It became a place to watch the shapes of clouds or nightime shooting stars and meteor showers or the tremendous display of fireflies in June. Ahhhh, life on my front porch…
It’s winter now. The outdoor furniture’s put away. All that’s out there is my lit Christmas wreath which gives me joy when I return at night. My oversized thermometer with those larger numbers than ever before (eyes goin’ bad) reminding me how cold this December has been. The barometer signaling more low pressure approaching with yet another snowfall. Seems like we’re off to a real live Vermont winter this year. That’s a good thing. I’m thankful for that. I love our seasons so.
But I can’t wait ’til those Spring days that hit the 50’s come back. The 50’s always seems so amazingly warm after a long Vermont winter. And with that life will return to my front porch again.
May I remind you - Eight days to go and the days start getting longer again!!
Honk or wave when you go by.
I just can’t wait!
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