Swaying on the porch swing at my grandmother’s house is one of my favorite summer memories.A breeze would drift through and it was cool in the shade. The pillows arranged comfortably and a glass of sweet iced tea with so much lemon that it could almost be called lemonade at my side, I could read or play contentedly. Until my cousins arrived……….
appropriatelyfrayed 
June 3rd, 2012 at 7:12 pm
What a lovely spot! Your photograph and memories bring to mind time spent on my grandparent’s porch, now my porch. I love to lie on the swing during a thunderstorm–it doesn’t matter what time of day or night or what season–just grab a quilt when it’s cold.
June 3rd, 2012 at 7:24 pm
Thanks, Glenn. I wish we had a porch for one at our house. It was always so calming.