I loved my front porch on Monroe Street.  It was a refuge.

When we moved to Bobwhite, we brought the porch furniture, but it wasn’t until last night that I finally got it arranged.  This morning I brought my cup of coffee out to the front porch to see if it would be at all the same.  I’m pleased to report that coffee tastes just as good in our new location, and the porch here is quite comfortable.  In fact, as I write this, I have two little boys here with me, both eating peanut-butter toast, and Laura is sitting with her bird, Tangle, enjoying the fresh air.

I think we’re going to feel right at home here.