visiting on the porch
sunken into soft cushions
in the white wicker chairs
on the rug covering the blue painted floor
surrounded by columns and railings of wrought iron
with the porch ferns and the ancient trees in the yard
lulled by the lazy air and full stomachs
and the suggestions from a kind and gentle soul
watching the rain blur the distant trees and then
feeling it thicken the air until we notice it falling where we are
bringing nourishment to the hydrangeas in the garden
and watering the mulch in the flower beds
discussing the upcoming wedding
and the blossoms that will decorate the tables
in the arrangements to be shaped and delivered
by talented and loving hands
imagining the arches that will welcome guests
who will come to celebrate
the marriage of our smitten son
and the precious girl who loves him so
fireflytrails 
I remember the anticipation of my daughter’s wedding. It was such a wonderful time of life. Your front porch looks so adorable, too. It looks quaint and peaceful.
I should have been more clear- this is not my porch but one that belongs to a kind soul who is doing the wedding flowers and welcomed us to her home to talk about the plans for the arrangements. We did make good decisions but more importantly it felt like we stopped time and had a good visit on a rainy spring afternoon. Thanks for reading and commenting!
What a lovely and happy slice! Happy wedding day to the smitten son and precious girl who loves him so.
I love the way you wrote about the rain.
I love your comment about stopping time, a wonderful timeline for enjoying special gatherings!