Rebecca and I love sitting on a covered porch on a hot summer evening. This picture was taken on the porch of a tiny house built by Rebecca’s parents to provide shelter when their home is overflowing with visitors. The porch is nearly as big as the house.
I have fond memories from my childhood of porch sitting with the old folks. They talked about life and I listened. It was during these times that they gently shaped me into the man I have become.
We enjoy walking through older neighborhoods filled with southern mansions built with big covered porches. These days they build homes without them. Our next house will have a big wraparound porch that we can sit on and watch thunderstorms roll in from the West.
What is your fondest memory of a covered porch?
Robert & Rebecca