My porch is a terrible place to read. I grab a cup of tea and a good book, I go out to my bench, I get a few pages in…and all the plants start talking to me.
“You know I need to be out of this pot, and into the ground….plant me!”
So I set my book aside, plant a few things, wash my hands, get back into the book, and…
“I languish, I falter, I thirst!”
So I set my book aside, water everything, dry my hands, get back into the book, and…
“Have you noticed how the setting sun looks though my leaves?” “Oh, and mine!” Oh, and mine too!!” “And I’m going to BLOOM!”
So I set my book aside, soak everything in, sigh, and just enjoy.
I have a great front porch…but it’s a terrible place to read.
