Wednesday, March 21, 2007

It is Officially Porch!





It's official. It is time for porch! That might sound a little odd, but it is a tradition in our household. We have this huge porch that wraps around the house. All our friends have always stopped by for some porch when they needed some solitude, or our particular brand of therapy and humor. On the corner we have a large round whiskey barrel table, and the chairs were also made from whiskey barrels. These are showing great wear now days. We bought them, if I remember correctly in 1973/4. They are too large to move, so they sit there during the winters as well.

The porch is sided to look like a vacation cabin somewhere in the Rockies, and it gives you that flavor. In actuality, it is part of an old mansion that was purchsed for the one room that this porch wraps around.

This first picture is the east side of the porch, and my husband restored this buggy in the late '70's. The plaque on it says it was made by Case Buggy, which became Case Tractors.

This next photo is also the east side, but now shows you the barrel table/chairs on the corner. Well, almost. These were all taken in the fall about 4/5 years ago, but it would photo exactly the same today. Right to your right of the green lawn chair, which is right at the corner, is a door that goes into the room. The mansion was built in the late 1800's and belonged to the bank owner at the time. During that time also, banks "made" their own money. Meaning that I have a $20 bill that has a picture and the name of the bank, and the bill is signed by the treasurer who was the bank owner and the man who lived in the mansion.

This last one shows the side of the porch facing south. You can better see the barrels and you can still see the buggy. The strings you see are distracting, but in the summer they have morning glories growing on them, and when they are thick and full they add extra privacy and cool to the porch. It is a wonderful place. The dog sitting there belongs to the neighbor. His name was Wizzer, and he was a bear to keep on his side of the fence. But the cat is mine. A wild barn cat. Can you find him? He is peeking around the corner of the closest barrel, but all you can see is a bit of his black head, and the glow from his eyes. Well I tell you. It is lunch time here, and the porch is calling. Bye for today.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

I too thought today was a wonderful day for porch, and so I showed up! I was settling in for a few hours of time that the Lady of the porch probably couldn't spare, when I recieved a call that my daughter was being detained at KingSoopers for shoplifting. (Darn those pesky cell phones anyway!)
Alas, KingSoopers was wonderful in not getting the police involved, however there is a mandatory Civil Penalty to be paid to KingSoopers in the amount of $250.00 for the capture of one 14 year old with $11.17 worth of merchandise.
On the up-side... I have her for the summer to work for my company for free!!! Ahhhhhhh sometimes slave labor is good.
Thanks for the porch mom!
::warm grin::
Love
Me

Judith Angell Meyer said...

Thanks for the comment. Enjoyed the update. I hope they are going to let her work off the bill and you didn't have to pay up front. If she doesn't work off the fine, and hand them the money, she won't learn a thing. Is she subdued tonight? Hope all is well.

You are welcome for porch. And I couldn't resist the Blog officially opening the season! As you know, stop buy any time.

Love you too,
Mom

Anonymous said...

What a wonderful entry today. I really enjoyed your descriptions and the photos. You can really spin a spell. Hope I see it in person some day.
Love, Lynn

Anonymous said...

ps. I love the Gizmo poem. You've been a busy bee.
Love, Lynn

Judith Angell Meyer said...

Well, I don't know about spinning a spell. But the porch has always been one of those places that just "happen" and it always has its own magic. Don't know if that has to do with the history of the old mansion, or if it was our lives and attitudes. Probably both. I really hope you can see it one of these days too.

I think you said last time something about being gone a couple of days and look what happens. So, again, you go away and I have time to get into all kinds of diversions. ::grin::

I am pleased with myself over that little poem too. It pretty much wrote itself, but I can never rhyme, and it even rhymed itself!

Thank for visiting.
Love, Judy