One of my favorite things to do when I am there is to sit on the front porch and rock in the rocking chair ~ I sound like a grandma don't I?
The house sits on the top of a hill where there always seems to be a breeze blowing through the screened in porch that is attached to the front of the house overlooking the hay fields, woods and the neighboring farm.
I usually sit with my books and magazines, reading and enjoying the quiet with the wind chime clanging in the wind. Sometimes I just lay my head back and close my eyes, enjoying the peacefulness of the birds singing and the whispering of the evergreen trees as they sway back and forth.
When my babies were little I would sit out there to feed them and rock them to sleep.
Now, I often find myself being joined by my grown children and their families. We find ourselves reminiscing about when they were little, what it was like when I was growing up and asking Gary questions about living here on the farm. Most of the time we are laughing at the stories that we have forgotten about, or learning about things we never asked about at that time.
Usually time has no meaning on the front porch, as suddenly we realize it is well past bedtime and the rest of the household members have gone to bed, leaving us in our own little world on this now darkened porch that has taken us back in time.
~This photo was taken on the front porch in July, 1959 when Gary's grandparents lived in the house. Gary is the oldest on the right, with his Grandma holding his brother Paul, and brother Chris on the left. ~
~Here is Gary's grandpa on the porch holding our son Boyd,(his first great grandson to pass on the name) August, 1973.
August, 1988 finds our daughters Kyrstin and Tyne playing with their Dad's old farm set on the porch:)