We're on our 9th day of over 100 degree heat, so the porches down our road are pretty empty. Come fall, we'll be out every evening enjoying the breeze.
Our house is called Wren's Nest Cottage, though we've never had an invasion like the one Janie had. Our wrens get all uppity if I forget the bird bath, and they come to the kitchen windows to complain. The back porch is covered in jasmine and they love to hide from the heat in it.
I spend alot of time dreaming of autumn...air crisp as an apple. Crunching through the fallen leaves that I hate to rake, not because of the chore, but because I love to see them on the ground. Going to the farmer's market for pumpkins and piling them around on the front porch. Sitting on said porch in my favorite old ratty sweater with a hot cup of coffee, listening to the morning sounds.
Y'all come set a spell.