It’s hard to believe spring is on its way since we have 2 feet of snow on the ground today.  But the clocks were set ahead last night and when I think of spring I can’t help but think of our porch.  The house where I grew up had a front porch, and in warm weather it’s where meals were eaten, friends gathered, games were played, books and newspapers read.  When we built our own home, you can bet the first thing on my list was a porch.

Today the porch is where my own family gathers and the first place where visitors land. It really isn’t a place as much as a feeling.  In the spring the dogs and cats claim the porch as their lookout perch.  I begin bringing my coffee outside, and before long it becomes the center of our home.  There are so many associations I have with porches. In many ways, sitting on any porch is like coming home.

What does coming home look like to you?