I’m delighted to be Erica’s guest host here at the hangout grid this week. She invited me in and gave me the run of the place, so I’ve of course been peeking in medicine cabinets and peering into closets making myself at home.
Every summer, I get nostalgic about the growing-up summers I spent at my grandmother’s cottage, way up in Northern Michigan where Lake Michigan meets Lake Huron. White wooden rocking chairs lined her front porch, and I’d sit there for hours, my feet on the porch railing, looking at the deep blue of the lake water, sparkling out to the horizon.
Yeah write’s hangout grid reminds me of that front porch, where, over the course of a day, whichever relatives were visiting would wander out to the porch and conversations would ebb and flow, always liberally sprinkled with laughter.
So welcome to my front porch. Grab an iced tea, pull up a rocking chair, and remember what Henry James said: the two most beautiful words in the English language are “summer afternoon.”
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Just don’t eat all the strawberry-flavored Arctic Fish Oil capsules in my medicine cabinet Deborah. (-: You can have the Flinstones.
er…you can keep the fish oil. but i borrowed all the haircare products and finished off the expensive shampoo. you don’t mind, do you?
I’m hanging out! And I’m bringing a margarita…
salt? with a salted rim? because it’s all about the salt. i’m sure erica has some limes in the fridge somewhere…let’s just go rummage around and see what we find!
It is all about the salt! Always, always a lime margarita with a salted rim.
Who else’s gonna hang out with me here? 🙂
we’re all here! right over there, in the sunny spot on the steps, some of us with iced tea, some of us with that third cup of coffee…come on out, sit on the porch in your jammies and get comfy!
I can’t think of anyone I’d rather share of pitcher of lemonade with then you Deborah!
I do love a lemonade. let’s just sit here on the swing for a spell, shall we? watch the clouds go by … listen to the sounds of children screaming in the woods in the back and assume that they’re fine as long as there’s no visible blood. : )
Howdy! Are we swinging on the porch? I love those swingy benches and ice tea.
somehow I imagine that in your northwestern island you’ve got a porch swing, from which you admire all that sky and sea….but there’s a porch swing here, and there’s a perfect spot to set your iced tea down, right there. plus i think erica is baking cookies. yum.
ERICA BAKES ???????!!?
Ha. Whatever! Maybe. I used to. No.
I would love to spend a day on a front porch with you, Deborah. You cracked me up with “the peeking in medicine cabinets.” Ellen
ply me with likker and i won’t tell ANYONE what’s in your medicine cabinet. sometimes i think that medicine cabinets are the last place of secrets…the internet lets us all spill the beans everywhere, there are security cameras everywhere else, so it’s just that one secret space…