Week 6 of the seemingly endless porch painting project has begun. This wonderful home is over 100 years old and has many imperfections. The list of things that I love is much longer than those imperfections!
I have often wondered about the hands that built this house. What were the hopes and dreams of the first family that lived here? How many times have mothers walked across these floors holding sleeping or fretful babies? What did the furniture look like? Many more questions come to mind.
The exposed wood gives the home an appearance that it hasn't been loved for some time. The wood is aged and lovely to me.
The door hinges that now need replacing and the shutters that will be painted aid the neglected look.
There is beauty here. That beauty is reflected in the window. Summer's greenery is on display for those willing to look. The grain of the exposed wood is lovely as well.
The time will come that the porch will be finished. My furniture will go back into place. My porch will once again be a place that we enjoy.
I am anxious, it will not happen soon enough,
I miss quiet mornings with coffee on the porch, alone with my thoughts and a barn cat in my lap. It is a time to enjoy this south Georgia world greeting the new day.
Until then, I wait patiently, or rather impatiently now. There is progress.