From the garden ~ mixed greens, topped with a spicy cabbage slaw. From the slow cooker ~ yellow split peas seasoned with onion, garlic, bay leaf, cumin, celery seed, a jar of last year's canned tomatoes. Served with a side of greek yogurt, and apple slices for the kids.
We grow many of our chile peppers in ceramic pots on the porch. They do quite well in pots, and I think chile plants are incredibly beautiful, so I enjoy having them close by. Whenever we see pots on sale we bring home a few, and over the years, our collection has grown. Most of these we moved with us from Colorado.
The house plants live under the shade of the covered part of the porch all summer. I left behind many of my plants when we moved, but there are some pictured here that have been with me for many, many years. In fact, that little violet, blooming for me once again, has been with me for approximately thirteen years. I bought it for my massage office. And that giant ficus in the corner, was given to me eighteen years ago by an ex-boyfriend's mom, (I may have loved her more than I did him) and has moved at least seventeen times with me. Ditto for the little jade plants, and the giant begonia - they came from plants that I've been propagating for almost two decades. These plants, they know my stories.
The service station was passed down from Grandpa A. It, too, is living in the shade of the porch, and is played with daily.
There's always one bug, or another in the bug house. We find cicada exoskeletons all over the yard this time of year, especially on the maple tree by the slackline. This one has yet to emerge from it's shell, which is odd. There's a slit in the back, and the bright green glint of an adult cicada, but I don't know, maybe this one's a goner.
If I'm not in the garden, or sitting at the sewing table, I can usually be found here. One of these days I'll get around to making cushions for all those chairs.
Z: "Mama, can we do glitter art?" Take it to the porch, I respond.
L: "Mama, can I do Dada drilling work?" On the porch.
Z: "Mama, have you seen my shooooooes?" They're on the porch.
L: "Mama, where's my digger brrrmm-ie?" Have you checked the porch?
Lunch is ready! Everybody head to the porch, please.
You get the idea. Summertime, and the porch living is fine.