I love my porch in the autumn. We put up the buntings and painted the porch floor linen white, and cleared away the random assortment of toys, and I’ve been really enjoying spending time here now. Bix rides his scooter back and forth across the old, deeply ridged porch and it makes a satisfying railroad track sound as he coasts by, and I soak up the last rays of a warm early autumn. I love the trees on our street, especially now with the leaves changing against a deep blue sky. I love that all of the neighbors know Bixby.
I love our old wooden floorboards, and the way everything feels so snug at night — no one is ever far out of reach in this little place! I love the chalkboard wall we painted in Bixby’s room, and the big pompoms that look like snowballs strung across it. I love the way the heaters hiss in the winter. I love peeking out onto a snowy world and feeling utterly warm and safe in our little house. I love the hush of the first big snow.
I love our backyard, and the fact that we, with our own
two four six hands have remade it from standard issue patch of lawn to chicken coop and yard, and then to ever-expanding veggie garden. I love sitting outside in the summer. I love leaving the windows open and listening to birdsong in the morning and crickets at night; even though we are officially in the “city”, there are far more creature sounds and busyness surrounding us than I ever had growing up in the San Francisco Bay Area.
I love the moments spent curled up on our soft, velvety sofa, reading stories. I love the rows of glass canning jars filled with our homegrown pickles and dilly beans. I love the pencil marks on the kitchen doorjamb with handwritten dates recording how Bixby has grown. I love being able to walk to the farmer’s market down the street on a Saturday morning, or to the park to sit by the fountain, or on the grass with a picnic.
When we moved in here five years ago, it didn’t feel like home. It felt like it still belonged to someone else. Now, it feels like ours. Like we’ve made our mark on this little house, and it has made its own mark on us.
This post was my response to this creative assignment. Did you try it? If so, please feel free to share your own experience with it!