now that the mornings are sunny, and even if they are still somewhat chilly.....i love throwing open the doors. my kitchen turns magically and delightfully into the outdoors during the summer. the door is always open, so puttering away inside doesn't make me feel like i'm chained to the sink. the sounds and the scents and the bright air make a constant flow into the house. there is nothing sterile about our existence. the neighborhood kids run in and out freely. and sometimes the cats as well. and then our own cats find it an opportune time to show off their hunting skills and bring dead or half-dead creatures strutting in the door. and i shriek like i'm being murdered. but it's all part of summer. floyd marched in last night while we were making dinner with a butterfly in his mouth.
i love our porch and our country-like garden and lifestyle sitting in the middle of the city.