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Merry Christmas, Happy New Year in Daydreaming on the Porch
They’re nothing so entrancing and memory-filled as historic 18th and 19th century homes lit up and decorated for Christmas. This holiday season I’ve ventured into the old downtown Charleston n...
I will probably steam some broccoli tonight and open a can of tuna. Plus, some leftover canned stewed okra and tomatoes and a slice of 100 percent whole wheat bread with raspberry jam. For desser...
When I first started an online journal back in 1998, I wrote a lot of reminiscences that first year about growing up. Now, looking back, I feel I have told a lot of my story through the type of “...
My woods are only about forty rods from my door and I have traced and retraced the familiar trails almost daily for many years, yet every walk brings new experiences and fresh revelations. But...
It occurs to me tonight that most of my feelings, emotions, and memories brought back by an account of a solo road trip adventure nearly 40 years ago in the summer of 1984, have been chastened by...
There is enchantment right in front of you, waiting for you to notice. Janet Luhrs It’s a fact that for years now I’ve become overly sensitive to the goings-on at my favorite park where I someti...
Garden experts all over the world agree that Charleston, South Carolina’s greatest treasure, foremost of even its historical and architectural attractions, is Magnolia Gardens AAA Motorist, 1983 ...
Thinking back, we remember that as children a day seemed to last for a long time, more like the way we experience a month now. A year was so long there was no end to it. Gradually our perception ...
There’s a moon out tonight in Daydreaming on the Porch
…Before a winter storm at night, clouds passed, Filtering the full moons translucence, Pushed by winds that touch the earth with chill, Filling the night with expectancy… From a poem I wrote in...
Maxims for aging and thoughts about life in Daydreaming on the Porch
The older I grow, the more I distrust the familiar doctrine that age brings wisdom H.L. Mencken There are many wise young people, but they are marginalized as “old souls.” You all of a sudden r...
Old Man in Daydreaming on the Porch
Old man, your head bowed down, the sun beams wisely but the long shadows frown. They walk across the ground by the cut-over field where the leaves play chimes in the wind this time. The d...
Sure signs of an uncivilized age in Daydreaming on the Porch
One of the surest signs of the debasement and rejection of civility today is the ceaseless, deliberate proliferation of noise in our society. We are bombarded by it constantly: Loud TVs; trucks;...
Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick...
The air has been cool and crisp. Autumn has fully descended, and I love the memories and associations of this time of year. I like to eat pumpkin muffins and honey crisp apples. I walk out ...
Once again, a magical encounter at a fairy house in Daydreaming on the Porch
I’ve always believed in experiencing everything in life. When you walk out with blinders on, you cut yourself off from the angels and the fairies. Alyssa Milano Watch with glittering eyes the wh...
An idyllic homestead in the piney woods in Daydreaming on the Porch
I’ve been trying to put together this entry for some days now, turning ideas for it over in my mind from time to time. But it didn’t really come together until today. It’s very late at night, but...
I’ve often thought I was born in the wrong century because of my lifelong fascination with life in the 19th century. Yes, I tell people, I know lives were lived in hard and terrible conditions i...
This past week was extremely stressful as I frequently checked weather sites online tracking the path of Hurricane Ian when it re-emerged into the Atlantic after devastating the west coast of Flo...
Photography and the black and white perspective in Daydreaming on the Porch
My latest copy of the excellent photographic publication, B&W Magazine, came the other day. As always, it is a treat to glance through the pages at the fine examples of black and white photog...
A very special kind of nostalgia: “Things go better with Coke!” in Daydreaming on the Porch
Coca-Cola Memories and Recollections of “The Good Old Days” Part 2 (see link to earlier entry below) Some of you may remember when six-ounce soft drinks in a bottle were commonplace. They could b...
The “Old Lamplighter” lit more than street lamps long ago in Daydreaming on the Porch
He made the night a little brighter Wherever he would go The old lamplighter Of long, long ago His snowy hair was so much whiter Beneath the candle glow The old lamplighter Of long, lon...
Love letter in the sand: the tide comes in and the tide taketh out in Daydreaming on the Porch
The beach at high tide is an interesting place. The ocean encroaches gradually until all that’s left is a thin sliver of land between the dunes and the water. It is usually there at the farthest ...
Wait a minute. It’s not that simple, is it? in Daydreaming on the Porch
Things go up and things go down, it’s as simple as that. Unknown author Yes, but my answer to that is, “When things go up, how long are they going to stay up, and when things are down, what can ...
The remarkable legacy of Queen Elizabeth II will be long remembered in Daydreaming on the Porch
It still seems unbelievable that Queen Elizabeth II died yesterday. Just two days ago she was receiving the new prime minister, frail, but standing, that famous smile radiant as always. What a r...
Once again I’ve been thinking about a really fascinating topic, namely, how technology has affected our lives in the past years 25 years. What do we do differently now as opposed to then? Turns...
