At my house, there’s a back porch.
Actually, you probably would call it a covered patio. Because I like to think of myself as a Southerner, it’s a porch to me.
The neat slabs of concrete made from creek rocks have been behind the house since well before we moved in about eight years ago. It’s nothing new but I “discovered” it again last Wednesday night.
Sometime around 10, the Schnauzer that shares our home wanted to visit the backyard. For some reason, I decided to walk out as well.