It’s the first place I head for in the morning with my cup of coffee. Tropical living at its best. Year round. Unscreened, the breeze is steady as is the rhythm of the ceiling fan.
From my vantage point, I am eye level with the canopy of the lush jungle garden we created. Large fringed banana leaves and palm fronds rustle as they bump into each other. Stalks of bananas and papayas are there for the picking. Heliconias have spiked through the gingers and macho ferns and behind this stand the not-so-small elephant ears. Adding to this beauty is the bougainvillea twining its way over and under the wooden arbor that supports it. Completely hidden from the street, our porch is a private hide-a-way and this morning I sit in my pj’s.
A palm warbler is hopping around in the white bird of paradise making its tweeting sound. In the winter time flocks of migrating cedar wax wings strip the enormous umbrella tree of its red berries.
Several lizards scamper around and then sun themselves on the railing.
Returning with another cup of coffee, I notice the ospreys circling their nest in the Australian pine nearby and shrieking at the crows who are trying to maintain their presence. I hope the pair of bald eagles reappears to their perch in a tree close to the osprey nest. I never tire of watching their aerial antics with my “porch binoculars”.
Our daughter gave us a refrigerator magnet that says, “Good things happen over coffee”. I never realized how many daily decisions have been made from this porch over a cup of coffee.
It is on this porch that we have meetings, and make decisions. It is where we host lively parties with much camaraderie and laughter. It is where we ooh and ah at the 4th of July fireworks. It is where I use the railing to dry swim suits and towels after a boat ride and day at the beach. It is where the grandsons race their trucks and cars, eat pea-nut butter and jelly sandwiches without worrying about the mess and use their outdoor voices abundantly. It is where my husband closes his eyes, puts his head back and takes a peaceful nap after working in the yard taming the jungle we created. It is where I read, think and write.
It is also where we end the day. Before heading for bed, we return to this familiar spot, breathe in the night and gaze at the stars and their reflection on the water.
Tomorrow begins a new day….on the porch with a fresh cup of coffee.
Where is your special place?
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