I am just catching myself up. I hate mass uploads and don't expect comments.
My little corner of the world. It is wicked hot in Cincinnati. In the mid 90's and the humidity is killer. On nicer days I sit out here and read. I turn on the fan and listen to the chimes. I remember sitting on this very porch when I was a child and listening to my Grandmother tell stories or just fan herself. The early 50's were a storybook time to be a child. I had a swing set and sandbox. I had incredible family around me and none of the insanity that faces children today. I was always safe here.
So, I have recreated that for myself. The wicker chair belonged to Grandma Braden, my first husband's mother who I loved. We have collected the chimes through the years and they sound wonderful. I have a bottle tree chandelier back in the corner and am slowly adding cooler bottles to this one. My house plants get to come out and the cactus and succulents love the heat.
