We spent the weekend spring cleaning our porch furniture and mopping the dirt of winter off the front porch. Well, technically, Ray did most of the mopping and cleaning (as pictured above), but as is my duty as the official documentarian of our lives, I took photos and posted them to Instagram stories.
It's important to have photos.
I was reminded this weekend of how essential a front porch is. No sooner had the porch swing cushion come out than the neighbors were over with their new little baby. Neighbors, a bouncing baby boy and blooming spring flowers. We are back.
Our little Japanese maple always looks so pretty in red in the spring.
I noticed this weekend that our house in the last one around us that still has the original columns. Everyone else has shiny new vinyl columns, which look very neat and clean. But ours still have the carved wood at the top. They won't last forever, and some of the details are lost beneath 100 years of paint, but they still have that original beauty.
Let me know when y'all want to stop by for iced tea and porch sitting.
