✿⁀⋱‿”˜ƸӜƷ˜”‿.•⁀❀⁀⋱‿✻‿.•⁀✿ Pull up a chair, kick off your shoes and sit for a while on the Back Porch. Ponder the sites, chew on the words and laugh if the feeling moves you. Savor the cool breeze, enjoy the smell of sweet olive, jasmine and fresh cut grass. Join us for a tall glass of ice cold sweet tea. ✿⁀⋱‿✻‿.•⁀❀”˜ƸӜƷ˜”❀⁀⋱‿✻‿.•⁀✿
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Saturday, August 9, 2014
Leaving the 'Dell
There's a comfort that comes from the familiar. Like the warm summer breeze it just comes.
That's the feeling I get sitting on my back porch outside of New Orleans. Wind chimes are shimmying an "every-now-and-then" song. Squirrels jump from the oak tree to the gutter scrambling after snacks. Somewhere a weenie dog sounds mad. The birds, some seagulls,. someone's air conditioner. White noise plays in the background. I'm not alone. I am in my own my space with a lizard going from green to brown to rust and he walks on the rust colored rug. Colored like fall.
I am excited, affirmed, and anxious. I am at peace but I am scared. I am leaving this suburban utopia near the highway. It has has grown large enough to look like the New Orleans I remember when we moved out of New Orleans.
We are moving.
Seeking Live Oaks, Hills, Horses & Heaven. Up there if a guy walks out of the woods with a shot gun, you know that whatever he shot had four legs.
Buying the dream house in the country.
That's the feeling I get sitting on my back porch outside of New Orleans. Wind chimes are shimmying an "every-now-and-then" song. Squirrels jump from the oak tree to the gutter scrambling after snacks. Somewhere a weenie dog sounds mad. The birds, some seagulls,. someone's air conditioner. White noise plays in the background. I'm not alone. I am in my own my space with a lizard going from green to brown to rust and he walks on the rust colored rug. Colored like fall.
I am excited, affirmed, and anxious. I am at peace but I am scared. I am leaving this suburban utopia near the highway. It has has grown large enough to look like the New Orleans I remember when we moved out of New Orleans.
We are moving.
Seeking Live Oaks, Hills, Horses & Heaven. Up there if a guy walks out of the woods with a shot gun, you know that whatever he shot had four legs.
Buying the dream house in the country.
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