I'm a front porcher

There is nothing like sitting on the porch steps, weather cooperative, and a banana Popsicle in hand ( and mouth..) I am glad we don't have porch furniture, because it would just take up space, and I would end with my backside on the concrete anyways. I am an observer. Observer of people, cars, plants, animals and sounds. I look at the lake...scratch Elvis kitty's chin, then lick my dripping cold treat. I occasionally glance down at the weird book I have been trying to get through, then lean in to check on my growing watemelon the size of softballs. I think " How darn cute are those watermelon, too bad I planted them too late..."

Cue in Motorcyle sounds. Hmm..red Kawasaki...guy wearing his helmet, good for him! Elvis rubs on my leg. Scratch his ear. purr......
Wind gently sways, and my chimes create a mosaic of sweet sounds. I can smell my roses. That house across the street is still for rent..asking too much. Crazy market. Dog barks, door slams. I need to make dinner. sigh. Don't want to move. Just want to sit here until, until. okay, I want to stay forever.....