Years ago, it was common to see people retire to their front porches after eating dinner. Often with their favorite drink in hand, sitting in gliders or rocking chairs discussing the days events. I can only imagine the lively conversations that would take place, all while watching their children and pets frolic on the front lawn. You hardly ever see families on front porches now. As a matter of fact I can't remember the last time I passed a house out here and saw anyone hanging around in their front yards.
For the past several years we have routinely "retired" to the porch after cleaning up after dinner, weather permitting of course. Birding watching, discussing our day at work and planning our week are all done from a chair on the front porch. Our neighbors drive by and always cast a glance over to the porch, some wave or nod, but mostly I think they think "What in the world are they doing out there?"
Let's look back to those folks raised during the depression and in the years that followed . People during that time approached their lives in a very simple manner. They saved for what they wanted, bought only what they could afford, worked hard and appreciated what they had. And they were a generation of porch sitters. No TV, computers or video games to keep them inside... they enjoyed the simple things.
They definitely had the right idea. So, grab your favorite drink and mosey on out to the porch.
I'm heading out there now.
To start out with, the bales have been watered and have been composting now for 3 weeks. They were still somewhat stiff but I was able to scoop out a hole about 6" in depth.
I filled the hole in with miracle grow potting soil to form a mound. Now 3 seeds go in each mound and the wait begins!
