Porch Sitter?

[Perryinva]

Hummingbirds like Aloe plants?

[Tallysmom]

Originally Posted by 2Q&Lrn&Hlp

You might try putting a sign in your window: QUIET: DAY SLEEPER!

Make sure it is readable from the street . . . then, many will learn to just lift their hand or nod in greeting.

For those that don't, immediately point to the sign for them to read it, then turn away.

After the first time or two, most people will remember to pass by quietly . . .

at least until the sign is removed. (It works for us when one of us is on night shift.)

Oh, no -- they can hear the tv. The front door is open for the breeze. Old house -- just a living room, dining, kitchen and 2 beds one bath.

I've gotten used to it -- what really getting to me is neighbors who play their boom box on their porch way high so the neighborhood gets to hear their ranchero music. Luckily -- although they do it several times a day -- it's usually just for that favorite song....

[dbsteel]

We have a huge front porch now.... the length of the house, and covered. We put three rockers up there and a little bistro table with two more chairs and love to sit there and relax.

[ReachTheBeach]

I sit out on the front porch a fair amount. It's a little undersized; covered, but only two addy chairs one side of the door and an addy love seat on the other. Not deep enough for rockers. But I enjoy it.

[grampaTom]

Originally Posted by rugrats2001

When Quant was drinking away on his iced tea, did you notice if it in fact became l less full or more full? Plenty of old timers disguised their chewing tobacco chaw cup as a big glass of iced tea.

He did, in fact, chew loose leaf tobacco but spit over the side of the porch into tall grass. And I cannot swear the 'tea' was really tea at all

[eok]

I can't believe I'm out here on her front porch in this swing,
Just-a-swingin,

JOHN ANDERSON LYRICS - Swingin'

[Fox Terrier]

Wow, this thread brings back memories!

My house doesn't have a porch; I've lived here for 18 years and still miss having one.

Growing up in the fifties, we lived in a row house. Everyone had a porch. Lots of old people sitting out in the evenings.

There are a few porch-sitters that stick out in my mind, lo these 55 years later:

the 'sewing lady'; I assume that was her profession, and I think my mother used her services from time to time.

the old man with the colostomy bag; oh, did we kids talk about that! "He poops into a bag!" It was fascinating stuff for kids!

the old gypsy woman; she would always be mumbling under her breath and made signs with her hands whenever a group of we kids passed by. We thought she was trying to put a spell on us!

I remember being small and skinny enough to fit between the 'bars' of the porch railing! Yikes!

If or when I ever leave my present house, the next one MUST have a porch! I miss it so. All I have now is a small, three-step stoop, but I do sit out there, and when possible (depending on which way the rain is falling and the wind is blowing) I love to sit out there during a storm.