My small screened porch is where I stay a lot when the weather permits. I like to eat my meals, read and just sit and try and be still on this porch. Visual appeal is very important to me. I have said a number of times that if I had one room with a dirt floor. The floor would be swept and on a crate there would be a container with some kind with a flower in it, if the container was an old tin can. Everything on this porch is old. The iron furniture has been used for many a family picture. I have an article that was in the newspaper about our home when my youngest was about 3 years old. We are all sitting around an old iron table. The wicker rocker I bought at a shop about 35 years ago and at that time the papers said that it was over 100 years old. The rug old old also. At one time it was in my sons bedroom. Not a fine rug but I like the colors and it has been put on my screen porches for years. I have learned over the years that these type of rugs never wear out. It took a young bride a few years to appreciate these rugs.
I love flowers. Hey that is some kind of a statement. When winter arrives I have some plants inside, my 2 orchids and a Christmas cactus that usually blooms about Thanksgiving. Also bring in several off of my porch to winter inside and especially my wonderful Begonia which is about 20 years old. It is huge and so root bound. But I am afraid to take it out of the pot and replant. It would probably make a dozen smaller plants.
When I sit on my front porch swing my eyes always see this use to be fountain, then birdbath and now I have have some vines planted in it. It is over 40 years old. I have moved it to six different locations. Each time a focal point in a garden. It is a woman carrying an armful of logs and holding on to a small boy's hand. I smile when I look at it. It was purchased at a time I was carrying a briefcase. With a lifestyle change to the old farm home it truly represented me.
I kept a fire going in the fireplace all winter and on cool and rainy days. Now it has a new home at my city cottage.
I never cease to smile to myself when I look at this lady and a small boy. Brings back memories of my small son and his mother.