the porch: volume 2

The bench is joined by a rug, a pillow, and flower pots. I’m endlessly attracted to trailing flowers spilling out of pots and lush green ferns, the taller the better. A few details here and there.

All this got started when I realized I’d be waiting on Mallory daily in the fall, each morning and afternoon, watching for the bus, wondering how her day would go and then unfolded.  I wanted to create a place we can sit and be, to pray an talk. Hopefully she will think of our little sanctuary the way I do, or at least remember that I’m willing to listen to whatever she wants to share.