Summer Pleasures: The Porch

Around early to mid-June, many household activities move to our covered front porch.  How I Iove to sit here to welcome the new day, enlivened by a cup of coffee!  My morning meditation often consists of simply sitting and observing, and listening to bird song, insect noises, wind rustling in the trees.

On my porch, I am surrounded by potted house plants that live here for the summer:  plumeria taking its own sweet time to bloom, an avocado tree I have been growing for 10 years and which will never bloom or bear fruit, my lemongrass plant, various begonias and the ginger roots that have sprouted lush green leaves resembling bamboo.  Last year, I bought a hanging basket of fuchsia and adored their rich magenta and royal purple blossoms – precious little silk pouches dangling in the breeze.  This year, the immense leaves of elephant ear wave in the breeze reminding me of tropical sojourns.

Fuchsia flowersFrom my porch vantage point, I can watch hummingbirds, bees, bumblebees, butterflies, and many unknown insects sipping flower nectar in the nearby garden.  This year, I had a large stand of pink larkspur which self-seeded from a single plant last year.  I love the splashes of soft pink next to the deep orange of calendula and magenta of purple poppy mallow.  Then there is jewelweed with spotted orange blossoms and wild bergamot bursting into frilly lavender bloom.  My tiger lilies which bloomed prolifically in past years look skimpy and only deliver two blooms – the chipmunks must have been eating their roots.  Canna are unfurling their lush tropical leaves and produce intense scarlet red fireworks in late summer – a favorite snack stop for hummingbirds before they come to the feeder.

What else might you find on my porch?

  • Muddy shoes under the bench and sweaty clothes hung over the railing to dry.
  • Herbs spread out for drying.
  • Garlic and onion bundles hanging from the rafters to cure before they get stored inside for the winter.

The porch is a transition place.  Vegetables, fruits, herbs and flowers from the garden are sorted and cleaned before they are brought into the house.

The porch is the place where we feed our semi-feral cats.  Even after 10 years of accepting food and drink from us, they are still quite skittish about being touched.   Whatever clothing or rags end up on the floor will quickly be claimed by the cats to sleep on.  When I place onions or potatoes on an old blanket for drying, the cats will push the produce aside a bit so they can sleep on the edge of the blanket. Cats will hide out in shady, secret places between potted plants; only their snoring gives them away.

The porch also becomes a summer kitchen.  Canning food is a laborious and hot affair which would unnecessarily increase the temperature inside the house.  So I set up my camp stove on the porch table.  Once it brings the water in a large canning kettle to a boil, I place canning jars with jams, chutneys, or tomato sauce inside for proper sealing.  So far, I’ve canned sour cherry jam and dilly beans, soon to be followed by pickled cucumbers and stew tomatoes.

The porch serves as an outdoor restaurant for our morning coffee, sipping a strawberry milkshake for lunch, or home-made quiche for dinner.  Food and drink taste better when enjoyed on the porch, especially if the ingredients come fresh from the garden.

The porch is a place to receive visitors, the perfect place to socialize during the time of Covid masks and social distancing.

There are other guests that drop by: a grasshopper, a praying mantis, colorful moths resting after a night of frolicking, bugs of every shade and form, hummingbirds,  swallows, robins or house wrens inspecting the rafters for a place to build their nest.  Once in a while, a black bear makes a ruckus looking for something tasty to eat.  I have learned to bring the cat food inside at night; onions, potatoes, or green beans are usually safe and seem to be of no food interest to bears (or raccoons).

On my porch, the world is whole and thriving. Living things intermingle; everything has a place. Well, most everything.  There might be a bit of cruelty when we have to remove a hornet’s nest or tear down a large, intricate spider web.  Sometimes, pruning or discarding is required when insects infest a plant.  Certain unwelcome intruders need to be chased away (bear, rattlesnake, racoon).  At other times, delightful emergence and occurrences happen – a volunteer plant, a perfect rhapsody of bird song, insect sounds and wind chimes, an inspired piece of writing.  There’s always beauty to delight the soul and calm the mind.

The porch is an eco-system that reminds me to maintain balance in my life – work, pleasure, health, exertion and rest, beauty, peacefulness, conversation that deepens and then slides into sublime stillness. Porch life provides lessons about effortlessness, ease, synchronicity and getting off the time track.  And maybe that’s the true purpose of a porch….

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Bird watching – flagrant voyeurism

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A huge wild cherry tree near our house broke into full bloom around the middle of May.  ? So when I saw a pair of Baltimore Orioles cavorting in its branches, I…

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Wild Ember Sparking!

While I usually separate my just-for-pleasure blog, Beauty Along the Road, from my business blog Emerald Mountain Sanctuary, I felt nudged to introduce my readers to the business side of things.  There might just be a few people out there who are looking for exactly what I am offering.

If you are working on a long-term project, you know the challenges of remaining committed, of facing the inevitable questions of purpose and worth, the need for continuous inspiration and ability to consistently dip into your creative process, and accountability.

In the past, I have had the honor to support writers, artists, and entrepreneurs in their projects – working on a memoir, creating an artistic portfolio, establishing a thriving business, and consciously developing a new lifestyle after a major disruptive life event.

Three years ago, I created a creative project coaching workshop (called Creative Spark then) and participants met at my house in the remote mountains of Virginia.  During the second year, COVID hit and we had to move partially online, and partially to porch meetings.  COVID was my nudge to place the entire workshop series online so that location no longer presents an obstacle.

So:

I am thrilled to announce the 2021 Creative Project Coaching workshop, Wild Ember Sparking. This monthly workshop series runs from March through October 2021 and assists you in getting your creative project off the ground, with clarity and purpose, and then supports your ongoing project. Learn the techniques you need to dive deeper into your creative process and get the work done by setting realistic, achievable goals and being held accountable by an experienced coach.

If you are curious, please check out the details:  https://emeraldmountainsanctuary.com/creative-project-coaching/

Even if you don’t take the workshop, there’s a free pdf download with nature-inspired creativity exercises when you sign up for the newsletter.  These exercises are also being published this month by Psychology Today.  Click here for the first of two essays.

Enjoy and let me hear your feedback.

Annette

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Where I am from

Where I am from

I am from the dark soil of vineyards
first seeded by Roman conquerors
and still yielding a famous Riesling
on the high slopes of the Rhine River.

I am from the dimmed hopes
of parents who rarely spoke of
war-time childhood wounds
but nursed them to the bitter end.

I am from Viking blood,
the early ones who left
known earth behind
to sail into the distant horizon.

I am from Africa’s
red savannah dust,
still searching for Grandfather’s face
among the strangers of the world.

I am risen from the burning stakes
of the Middle Ages,
quick to anger when dark forces
corral women and children.

I am a refugee from
the harsh religion of science;
I find shelter with plant spirits
and the un-nameable wisdom
of deep green trees.

Annette Naber

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A Resilient and Creative New Year!

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I found my theme for the New Year:   Resilience and Creativity. Hurricane Matthew, on its path up the Atlantic coast back in October, must have swept this large tree branch onto this…

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