I have not sat on my front porch too much lately.  There were a few days in January when it was akin to a spring day.  Weather has been weird this winter, but to get in some rocking chair or swing time at this time is a luxury.

 

I had my coffee out on the porch one morning and supper in the same comfy spot in the early evening.  My thoughts danced and romped back to childhood as I sipped on my brew, and after I managed to do a few chores, those memories stirred my heart as I ate and watched the evening shadows unfold.

 

I gazed at the children playing in the creek, making dams and chasing minnows.  Daddy stood on the bridge smiling.  He was shirtless and in shorts, and old dress shoes with socks.  His thin hair even back then combed across his balding.  His eyes twinkled as I slipped and fell into the water, taking Keith in with me. 

 

I cocked my head upon seeing Mama's reddened and sweating face as she hoed the garden row behind our busy little fingers .  She had a switch in her hand.  My two little brothers and I were not pleasing to her.  She was terribly serious when it came to pulling weeds.

 

I found myself laughing out loud as I enjoyed my jaunt back in time.  I was feeling as giddy as the memory of sitting around on the cool grass under one of the many trees in our yard.  The boys were laughing and giggling at the slighest little remark from the other as we rattled off made up rhymes or whimsically just made plain nonesense. Innocence then was so light and precious in my reflections.