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This Old Porch

I've talked (blathered?) often about the Wombie's and Holly's porch.  A friend in Knoxville wanted pictures so that she might get ideas for a porch/sunroom she is building on her home.  I obliged, and thought I'd give you guys a look at it as well.  It's so perfect that Mark called a couple days ago to tell me he Miss Maddie were on the porch that evening.  He wanted to tell me how nice it was, and not at all like the overpowering heat from when I was back that made it too uncomfortable to spend much time in it.  He wanted to tell me that the accent lights, coupled with the moon rising was spectacular.  He wanted to tell me that Miss Maddie was asleep and that he just couldn't bear to go to bed because it was so nice out there.  The creep. 

This is the porch in question.  I call it the best porch in Mercer County, but truth is, there might be some better.  I haven't been in every porch in the County, but for my money, meager though it may be, I think this is the best.














Maybe it has something to do with the folks I converse with while in it.  Or maybe the sweetest dog, or maybe its the closest thing I can get to the porch of the house I grew up in.  Maybe it is the foxes that one glimpses on occasion. Maybe its the symbolism that when I am here, I AM HOME.  I dunno.  


Perfect.

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