The front porch is one of those Southern institutions that transcends time and era and age. If you were to put one hundred southerners in a room together and ask them to find one thing to agree upon, that thing would be the glory and beauty of sitting on a front porch at dusk.

This weekend was one of those perfect-weather weekends for sitting on the porch. Saturday was sunny, but not too hot with a light, gentle wind. This morning was rainy in that perfect-for-coffee-on-the-porch-watching-the-storm kind of way. These two days have really made me appreciate my front porch. It’s a wrap-around, victorian porch. Not too big, but just right for me and the pugs. I recently did a bit of work on the porch – replaced the rotting floorboard with composite planks and added a railing and gates.

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View from the corner of the porch….Target table and loveseat, vintage flower side table.

 

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The front of the porch.

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The pals standing guard.

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Side of the porch…complete with two old chairs I updated with some bright yellow paint and a vintage singer sewing machine table.

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My beautiful sweet friend Jessica sitting with Nora.

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My roommate Jack and sweet Jessica. Totes in love.

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Nora, saying “Adios!”

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