Among Other ThingsPorches are good for thunderstorms.
I am not perfectly situated for such stuff. I am below the nape of the hill, here. Others on this little hilltop face west, down the river, and I can only imagine the view as the angry air comes prowling up that wide cleft in the hills. Instead, with the big sky to the east and south I can watch the strikes that have already slipped by, and the little valley bowl made murky with rain. The wind slips around and above, and does not drive too much rain onto the porch, most times.
I am still on a hill, though, and there are two venerable stumps by the driveway to prove it. They used to be tall oaks until the sky reached down to touch them; they are memory now, and not even my own. I spoke with a gentleman about cutting back the Norway maple to relieve its embrace of the house. I asked about fruit trees: pears, perhaps. We shall see.
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