PORCH SENSES: Episode 15

I have the best seat for this show.

It is dark. It is a low fog. Streetlamps and Christmas lights are the only source of light outside. The rain and warmer air is busy melting the snow that has stayed on the ground for a few days now. You get used to it and call it winter. You also assume that you probably won’t see grass again until March. During my childhood in Niagara, a green Christmas was rare and can’t remember one specifically. As an adult, I remember more green ones than white. It could go either way this year again. One of my closest neighbours is out on his front porch too. He has brought the dogs outside for their business while he relaxes and burns a cigarette. They are loyal dogs and easily pop back inside the house when he is finished his nicotine. The falling rain and snow melting are dripping on multi surfaces from a variety of heights . They make a wide range of noises and patterns creating a symphony of water drops. It is enough to put someone to sleep. Behind me is the constant low industrial hum of a laker moving through the lock of the canal. The birds have joined the celebration of music by adding their own chatter all around. It now sounds like an orchestra warming up. I have the best seat for this show.

PORCH SENSES: Episode 10

Christmas lights have appeared on various homes on my street now… and I am sitting on my porch without a jacket. All different styles of displays, the vintage white lights, the subtle, and the modern display including a blow up Santa. Santa looks great when the air is on but during the day he just looks like another old man the morning after a bender. More of the opposite feel than what the Christmas decoration magic is trying to capture. I have yet to put my garland and lights up and today seems like a warm enough day to get that started.
A seagull flies by with it’s usual call, as if by an ocean or lake…or McDonalds. Alas it is the canal and lake boats behind my home that attracts them. The rest of the birds have started their conversations… talking over each as if their story is more important than the others. Maybe it is just a collective joy… best Christmas display ever.

PORCH SENSES: Episode 4

The density has come back to the neighbourhood with the ice and snow frozen to all the tree branches the sound of shoveling in the distance while birds sing their songs all around me. One bird even joined me in the porch. As the sun comes up it highlights the circle t steeple and the tops of the oldest trees. Smoke is seen bellowing out of a chimney from a snow covered rooftop just like a Christmas card. There isn’t any wind today, the flag is still, almost frozen in place. It IS frozen in place. A car drives slowly by crunching the snow and ice under it’s weight. Where do the birds land in the trees? They must not mind the snow on their feet. In fact they seem to knock a little snow off the branches every time they land. If you notice a branch with perfect snow frozen to it then a section out of place and missing snow… that was a bird. Branch out and leave your mark.