Front Porch Sitt'n

Our front porch has been looking pretty bare ever since it was first built. Not exactly hostile, but not overwhelmingly inviting by any means, and certainly not a place where we hung out. We took a big step closure to the "come on in neighbor" look recently with the addition of this bench that Ann is modeling. We can now sit on the front porch awaiting the arrival of friends and family just like an old married country couple. Or watching the rain fall and hearing it hit the tin roof (not rusted) above.

Ironically this very bench sat on busy Westheimer Road in Houston until we bought it, and we imagine that if it could talk there would be MANY tales. That area of Westheimer is home to a very, uh, DIVERSE group of Houstonians. Some of them no doubt used this bench for an assorted variety of activities. It was chained to an old fence to insure against thievery, but that didn't protect it from a few shots from a stray spray paint can or two. So now this former urban hipster bench spends its days lazily sitting on our Wimberley front porch, watching the occasional fox or cow cruise by, listening to the wind chimes chiming and the birds chirping. Hey, now that sounds pretty darn good to me.