An old wooden farmhouse on a dirt road is a fine place to practice the art of front porch sitting.
Properly done, front porch sitting is more meditation than indolence; it is an exercise in mindfulness.
Sitting silently through sunset to see the darkling grow or watching as pre-dawn blossoms into full daylight I am connected to the changing light, the sounds of creatures, the scents of trees and soils.
A front porch is a liminal space between indoors and outdoors, not quite at home but not really out and about, exposed to the world yet sheltered from the elements.
When I sit on a front porch all of my ancestors line up behind me and inside me…
And we all take in the view.