Yesterday was just one of those lovely days.
By late afternoon my porch was full of neighbors and folks getting in and out of the rain that had begun to fall. I put the coffeepot on and set out cups and saucers as the crowd grew larger and the rain fell harder. Raincoats and umbrellas were tossed about on the porch and the conversation flowed. Reluctantly folks went home for dinner and as Aaron and Karen were leaving I was invited to share supper with them and other Michelle and Quinton.
I picked up a few things, shut off the coffee pot and headed over in my bright yellow slicker and umbrella.
It was one of those evenings for conversation. We poured wine. We talked about Civil War re-enactors and books and commentaries. Finally I pulled myself away to walk in the rain for my evening walk.
With my umbrella just barely over my head to keep the rain out, I walked through puddles of water and listened to the drumming of it overhead.
As I said, it was a lovely way to spend the evening.
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.