The sun was so strong this morning that we opened the door to the porch to get some air during breakfast. By 10 a.m. the porch had warmed up enough to invite me outdoors for an inspection. There was the usual detritus: the slashed off branches of the Christmas tree; the skeleton of an ornamental tree, now deceased; and a clivia exiled to the porch for the winter on grounds of ugliness.
Instead of dealing with the former vegetation, I scrubbed down the porch chairs which were grimy with dirt blown over from the cornfield next door. Then lunch al fresco with the cat for company. The pitcher and the antlers on the table above live outdoors all winter. The coffee cup lives indoors with me.
Hi Lisa, When I first looked at this picture, I thought the table surface was the floor of your porch. In that viewing, you had a decorative pitcher about 8 feet high, to say nothing of one very large coffee cup.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed you piece about devouring the books at the Providence Library.Grier