The Dreaming Porch

Three generations live on the family farm in different dwellings but we all drift to the dreaming porch.

Centrally located with a wonderful swing and plenty of room for all, the dreaming porch's screen frames the valley.

From here we may watch horses or cattle grazing, the creek rolling with recent rains, the sunrise, children playing or dogs being dogs.

The changing scene also remains the same, reminding us the land is a constant and WE are the changing ones, the dreaming ones.

Whether it is sunrise coffee with sisters or solitary swinging, it is always a place to unwind and to be grateful for all our blessings.

Where Did That Come From?

I have some favorite blogs I follow dailey. I love the range of subjects. From a turkey playing with a ball, to awarding fellow bloggers, to trailrides, to Cabela Men, to the magic of porches, to lost buckets and to peeing in your shower.

Many of these I can comment on, agree with or just laugh out loud wondering where that ideal came from.

I had my blog planned...last football game of the season...we won!

Disgusted when we ate out because I thought of all the meals I could have made at home for the price of eating out.

Discouraged because I made the grocery, dog food, etc run today and that cost a bundle.

Delighted when I read my friends blogs.

I have never seen a turkey play with a ball but I do have a horse that plays with milk jugs

I received a wonderful award from a multi-talented blogger.

I loved the trail ride story but never seem to have the time to ride myself.

I have renamed my hubby to Cabela Man, who keeps his Cabela in the john.

I live on and in porches too. I think every house should have surrounding porches with no tv.

I have lost my bucket many times.

And finally last, but not least, I do not potty in my shower.