Porch-sitting

Porches were made for October.  To sit, still, in the late afternoon, and absorb the low hanging rays of warmth. The trees glow orange and yellow and red as if lit from within.  I watch the bees, frantically foraging the last of the blooms, knowing my own pantry is full of the food we tucked away all season long.  We are slowing down.  Tucking in. It is the season for rest and repair.

​We have decided to grow food all winter long, but my body is slow to catch on.  It refuses to adhere to this new schedule.  It resists the change in plans.  It is counting on the seasonal down shift.  And so I find some compromise.  I try to free up more leisure time in my schedule (I schedule the leisure time-HA!); I wind down the day a bit earlier. I allow a bit of focus to fade. I sit, still, in the late afternoon on the porch that was made for October.

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