A fabulous bushy growth of Sweet Peas lives out front, only two steps down from my front door. All I ever did to create this flower bed was drop the seeds in the ground, cover them with quality soil and water them. Year after year I've been blessed with this beauty. I have yearned for a small porch on the front of the house for an insanely long time. That, however is one thing on the long list of what I think should be done to this old grumpy granny house. My heart is full of pretty ideas; nothing fancy, just pretty. A porch would enable me to sit outside, yet protected from the "elements", and I could have some of those Sweet Peas growing in pots on the porch. Wow, all of a sudden I'm sounding like an old lady wanting to putter around, protected from whatever might bother me; not only weather but bugs and other pesky intruders! I'm not old, really. Just ready to have some quiet time and privacy in a beautiful little spot, as long as I'm stuck here in this little town far away from my beloved ocean.
