Porch Front Property


I don’t want to move; it is just so beautiful here. I’m sitting on my porch relaxed, enjoying a cool summer breeze. I should get up. To write. To clean. To mow the lawn. To play with my son. To enjoy the company of my husband. But all I can do is sit on my porch waving my knees back and forth like an American flag prepared for parade.
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I’m exhausted from gardening. I planted peppers: orange, red, and yellow in neat rows 12 inches apart. I scooped up earthly dirt fresh and wet from the deep rains of tropical storm Andrea.  Dirt is stuck underneath my fingernails and birds chirp keeping me company on my porch front property. Some days, lazy is the new black. The new green. The color of truth.
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Honestly, I am sad too because I am preparing for my mother’s funeral six months after her death.

Her funeral was finally scheduled at Arlington Cemetary. My father is there, his ashes waiting for her. I have to bring her ashes to D.C. It will also be the first time I have seen my father’s ashes as they are on a shelf or something at Arlington.
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My mother was cremated shortly after her death on Christmas Eve. But I am not completely sad. In a way I am at peace and ready to say goodbye. She taught me about the beauty of nature and gardening. She taught me to listen to myself and be selfish when necessary.
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My son and husband working together, fixing the hose. They are inseparable these days.

Sometimes a mom and wife needs her own space and time to be alone. So I rest with my feet up on a wicker glass-top table filled with clay pots with ripe green geraniums about to bloom.
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Not beach front but porch front which is good enough for me.
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Newly planted petunias and blue and white pots.
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Porch front
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There is something very charming about geraniums in clay pots sitting idle on a summer day with a cool breeze.
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I’m going to try to keep these ferns fresh. This is the window to the room where I write.
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Aren’t ferns pretty?
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I liked this view from Lowes. We bought pepper plants and ferns on sale yesterday.
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This blue flower seemed to be dying but I thought it wad quite stunning in its final song.
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First gladiola to bloom from bulb this summer in my garden. Red is such a powerful color in nature.
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Photo from back steps.
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I can hear my son and husband play inside the living room. Everything is at it should be. I’ll continue to sit and enjoy the view and noise of my two loves playing, overlapped by birds chirping and flowers singing.
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Porch. You can see how easy it is to be lazy with a porch like this.
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Have a great day. I hope you are being as lazy as me or doing what makes you happy.

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Good morning. It is a beautiful day. I woke tired and groggy. My son has a cold and I was up with him through the night. I could not fall asleep either as the obtuse pain of my mother’s death (she died in December) retracted into the tiny pinching, piercing ache once again. A deep acceptance of her death came over me. I cried. I called. I wept. I wrote.

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I woke renewed. Inspired. I opened the curtains and let the sunshine through the lace curtains in my bedroom.

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I got dressed and kissed my son and husband good morning. I went to my garden and took photos of the flowering fruits and veggies. Nature is beautiful. I thought about the sadness from the night before and made the connection between joy and sorrow.

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Pumpkin flower from garden. Bright orange star, perfect in her morning muse.

Kahlil Gibran said something to the effect of joy is your sorrow unmasked. This is true.

I felt joy as I took photos of my garden and porch drenched in sunlight and shadows.

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Poetic porch

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Radishes in garden

Life is a beautiful mess.

Hope you have a great day.
PS – This is my first post from my smartphone. I have named her Ms. MENSA. 🙂
PSS – I took all photos with Ms. Mensa.