Talking Walls

The back porch…

The ending of a three day weekend has come.

Daylight fades like the sounds of laughter that echoed within the walls of the back porch.

We pack a lot into a weekend: graduation celebration, golf cart rides, a corn hole tournament,  cooking on the grill and remembering our nations fallen.  

Some rest this weekend, some play hard, some do both but when the last flip of the hamburgers were made, the back porch did what it does best. It brought togetherness.

A prayer of thankfulness was uttered and one by one tummies were filled and conversation was plentiful.

The porch is now empty.  The food, trash, and evidence of activity all removed; clean and ready for the next gathering. 

If these walls could talk what stories they would tell. Walls don’t talk but the stories will be recounted for generations to come, as we say “remember when…”.