My back porch on an early summer morning is my sanctuary. The small Dijon mustard colored brick rectangle extension near the woods and the garden sits off the back of the house. The area is isolated and peaceful. There are no sounds of human life to alter nature. After awakening in the mornings, I remove the sleep from my tired eyes and walk to the small warming porch. I enjoy this time alone to gather my thoughts and feelings for the day.
The old iron furniture squeaks and wobbles under me. The emerald skeleton leaves from the ferns wave with the wind, as if to say good morning. The grill adds smells of a pleasant mix of last night's barbeque and charcoal. Freshly brewed coffee and the sharp smell of smoked cigarettes also mix with the smell of summer in the air. Sitting on the dew damp chairs and listening to the wind as it brushes with softness is calming.
Bright white light startles me for a moment as I start to awaken for a new day. The squirrels start to come out and play peek-a -boo. The trees tower and close together as they slap in the wind. The crispness of the air has an aroma of sweet summer flowers and earthworms. The grimy green tin building stands on the edge of the woods. The squirrels climb over the building like children playing in the yard. A few clashes of sticks and acorns across the tin roof sound like waves against the ocean.
I look further to the side and see a fresh vegetable garden growing. The beautiful deep green color of the garden has specks of buttery yellow with deep red and brilliant orange breaking through. The garden has a wide variety of vegetables; the tomato plants stand tall as soldiers watching guard over the patch, letting me know I am safe.