This was my experience on Saturday morning. I went to pick my niece up from a sleepover. As I walked up to the front door, I fell in love with the pale blue steps and porch floor. There were rustic chairs and a cute, chippy, old bench as a coffee table. When the lady answered the door, I was just about to ask her if I could just have a cup of cocoa and stay for a while. I didn’t know her, but I really wished I did so we could just sit for a spell on the front porch. (Doesn’t “sit for a spell” just sound like something you’d do on a front porch?)
I had porch envy. I came home, and of course, I was looking at my front porch through cob web and yard debris colored glasses. I immediately started cleaning. First I got out the Oxy Clean and a scrub brush. The benches and rails all got a good scrubbin’. I swept off the porch and stairs, cleaned the pillows, weeded, and dead-headed all of the flowers. I even pulled the American flag down from the rafters in the garage and put that up on the house.
I still have porch envy, but at least I was inspired to clean up a little bit.
Happy cleaning, friends!