It’s official.

I am having an affair with my back porch.


I can’t help it.  Seriously. 


If I wasn’t already married, I would be on the first plane to Vegas with my porch.

I love its wide grey planks and its stately molded columns.

I love that little wink it gives me when I sit down outside to eat.

I love that my porch lives on the wild side with it’s Christmas decorating…..

… adding leftover black tags and letters to wire trees.

The worst part is…..

I think my husband is catching on.

The problem is….it’s getting serious.

So if you a girl with blonde hair and shellac nails on a plane to Vegas with a porch….

mum’s the word.