We didn’t have a front porch growing up… our views were in the back, where we could see row after row of pecan trees, and farm land for miles. Even now as an adult in my own home, our porch is non-existent, more like a front step with a wall to hang the doorbell…
So these days I dream of having that front porch some day, with the swing, the lemonade, the friends gathered, and the well-behaved hound dog who snores quietly on the steps (well I guess that’s one thing I have already. Check!).
Below are a few inspirations to hold me over for that “someday” porch.
Birdhouse and tea cups photography by briberrie.
Nostalgic milk crate on the front porch photography by TheCrookedCamera.
“No front porches. My uncle says there used to be front porches. And people sat there sometimes at night, talking when they wanted to talk, rocking, and not talking when they didn’t want to talk. Sometimes they just sat there and thought about things, turned things over. My uncle says the architects got rid of the front porches because they didn’t look well. But my uncle says that was merely rationalizing it; the real reason, hidden underneath, might be they didn’t want people sitting like that, doing nothing, rocking, talking; that was the wrong KIND of social life. People talked too much. And they had time to think. So they ran off with the porches.”