June 6, 2010

My Front Porch

Posted in Children, Family, Holidays, Home tagged , , , , , , , , at 6:51 am by Liliana

Front porch

Nicky painting; Grandpa and Sam playing chess

Sitting on the front porch of my little cottage near Lake Michigan is one of my favorite activities.

The porch is spacious enough to hold a large wicker sofa that we got from my friend Jan. Next to it we have placed an old blue bench that we cover with soft cushions. All around are chairs – from rockers to cheap IKEA models. In the middle of this grouping sits a little table just waiting for that coffee cup or a tall lemonade glass.  My husband Jeff had put the table together from a hand painted metal platter that my friend Ann gave us as a housewarming gift and a metal base that I found in a junkyard. They fit together beautifully.

On the other side of the porch, there is room for a large old farm table that I actually paid money for in a moment of sentimental homesickness. It reminds me of Serbia. The top is painted light pealing green, the base is black. It is beaten, uneven, and uncomfortable for big people because there is no room for their legs. The tall man in my family hate it, but the girls love it. The table is surrounded by a flock of light, cheap, black IKEA chairs.

My favorite activity at this table is to clean green beans. I don’t know why. Maybe just the idea of sitting there on that lazy porch, having the time to clean green beans that I have just purchased at the farmer’s market that morning invoke for me the idea of a perfect summer moment.

Other things I like to do on that porch: sit on the wicker sofa and read; take a nap in the sunlight; sit there in the morning before anyone wakes up, drink coffee and look at birds; serve Turkish coffee on a pretty platter in small cups in the afternoons; sit with family and neighbors in the evenings with a glass of wine or beer, and talk about everything.

We had a large group of family members at the cottage for Memorial Day weekend. The front porch was everyone’s favorite place to assemble. My father played countless games of chess with his grandchildren.  My niece, Nicole, painted the scenery. We ate our meals there. We had our drinks there. We talked. We talked more. And early on Monday morning, we watched as the Memorial Day parade procession passed by our house.


  1. Bibi said,

    Oh, I love your porch. And I know just the kind of table you mean…I have one that my mother-in-law first bought when she was married…it’s been retouched, but it’s in my kitchen.

    • Liliana said,

      Thanks, Bibi. For me, it’s those little things that give life so much pleasure.

  2. Dave Harrison said,

    Reminds me of both my grand parents porch at the farm in Kentucky and an old peom I once read called my front porch. We used to spend hours sitting on my grandparents porch watching for vehicles to go by [very few ever did] and watching my grand pa call for my granda ma [he called her woman in a loving way and she worsheped him] he’s say “woman bring me a glas of water” and in moments it was in his hand and she was back to her household work or her gardening. Everyone we knew said it was OK cause he loved her with all the heart he ever had, and would do anything for her if she asked. The poem talked about how peaceful it was just to sit on the porch and watch the world go by.
    Thanks for the memories 🙂

    • Liliana said,

      Summer and front porches – who can beat that? Thanks for your memories, Dave.

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