I wonder what the history of the porch is? Surely a place to hide from the sun and relax for a few moments during a time in history when people worked from dusk 'til dawn just to survive.
I wonder what the nomenclature of the word "porch" is?*
When I feel like I am just surviving my porch is a wonderful place to retreat. The view of the farm and potager is perfect from its many windows and the breeze is fantastic.
My porch is... shall we say, rustic. Four seasons it is not, though the spiders tend to disagree. Darling vacuumed up all the tarantulas for me today and now I can relax without fear.
My porch is peaceful. I don't get to enjoy it near enough. To many mouths to feed and not enough minutes in my day.
My porch reaches up into the 80's on some of the coldest winter days. Taking a nap in the sun and pretending it's summer is a fine way to spend a dull, winter hour. I can also over winter my rosemary there with ease.
My porch is... of course, blue and white and today, being unpacked from our vacation I decided to grab my camera and capture it for you.
Would you like a little tour?
Put your feet up and enjoy a bit of my blue heaven.
(Before we get started let's take a quick look at my porch when it was a furniture "catch-all"... before blue.
It had it's good days and bad days but finally just became the place to keep all the furniture from the old Parisienne Farmhouse that wasn't working for me here in the new Parisienne Farmhouse on Half-Way Farm.
It was depressing.)
I love old books. The colors are moving. The smell is historic. I can't get enough of them.
Found this sweet little English biscuit tin at an antique shop on vacation. $4.50 of delight!
I hope you enjoyed and had a chance to relax.
"Porch" comes from the the latin word porticus and the greek word portico referring to the columned entry of a temple.
For all you creative types...