I have been sitting on the porch from the last post every single day since we got here. Rain or shine, I’m sitting on the porch. MIL’s house is a lovely size for her and SFIL with the occasional guest, but sometimes it just feels a little crowded. So, I sit on the porch. That area adds so much more space. She has a small porch swing and a table (among a bazillion other things out there), so I set up camp out there: knitting, a book, my phone, tea or water (or both). I listen to the birds and frogs, the breeze in the trees, the occasional happy noise of my kids playing together. It’s become my place to “hide” out in the open. I can see what’s going on, but I’m generally not bothered by anyone. With the windows open, I can hear the family noises from inside the house.
I sit and knit and read (or listen to a book) and have little snatches of real vacation. We have vague plans to build a screen porch off of the new house, and I’m hoping I remembered correctly that there will be room for a couple of chairs or a porch swing on the front of the house. We’ll need bird feeders, too, I think.