For the love of commas, will someone PLEASE get me that swing?!
Carolina porches are a thing of beauty: eight feet wide, often times the width of the house, timeless.
When I see a nice wide Carolina porch, I imagine:
The air is warm and inviting as I step out onto the porch. Moisture clings to my skin, giving me a soft dewy appearance. The glass of sweet tea in my hands begins to sweat immediately; the cold water drips, shocking my bare feet as it splashes off them.
A light breeze ruffles through my hair, bringing with it the spicy-sweet scent of magnolias. I lower myself into an adirondack chair, pulling one leg underneath me. With a my book in my hand, I look out over the creek. A cricket chirps. In the distance, I can just see the flicker of a firefly. I take a sip of my tea and start reading.
This is the life.
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I love this blog entry, so evocative — and I love that porch in the photo! Where is it, and what kind of awesome swing is that, do you happen to know?
i *wish* I knew! I found the picture via a creative commons image search, and I don’t really know anything about it. But I know I want to LIVE on that swing!