And just like that, it’s February. How are those New Years resolutions going for you? As usual I haven’t followed through with mine (yet) but I have this hopeful feeling that January was an anomaly in general and that 2015 is going to be an amazing year.
Anyway, enough of the philosophising and over to the really interesting bunch of stuff I’ve read this week:
Within a week of breaking my leg I started wishing for one thing. I wished I had a porch.
When I talk about porches I’m talking about the Deep South. A porch with proper swings as chairs, where you sit and chat with passers by over glasses of iced tea. A place that provides a change of scene and that special kind of companionship with people you don’t really know.
I’ve never visited the Deep South so my knowledge is a stereotype gleaned from too many books and films. For all I know the pretty picture I’ve painted in my mind is a lie; can anybody save my dreams and tell me this type of living exists? Is it as magical as I wish it to be? Continue reading →