Posted by Suzanne McMinn @ 7:40 am | Permalink
Farm
I wonder….. What memories will this porch someday hold? It will most certainly see pink and orange sunrises. Soft snowfalls over the hills. Wild rainstorms pounding on its roof. Wind surrounding it, sometimes with gentle rustling, sometimes with frightening force. Deer peeking from the woods. Summer barbeques. Christmas lights. Cats tiptoeing on its bannisters, napping on its boards.
Maybe it will also see children’s weddings. Grandchildren’s tiny toes. Struggles. Joys. Love? Who will walk on this porch? What will it see? What secrets will it know that no one else will know?
I wonder….
A new porch’s first memory: 16, helping to build it.
A good start. 
