This is where the strange little things gather.

Seasonal field notes.

Moon rooms.

Roadside thoughts.

Old folklore with fresh lipstick.

Pretty names with complicated pasts.

Weather, dirt, songs, saints, signs, strawberries, shadows, & whatever else wanders up the steps looking interesting.

The Front Porch isn't a blog in sensible shoes.

It's a place to sit a minute & notice what the world keeps trying to say under its breath.