Sweet Corn & Porch Sleeping

These are two of perhaps the finest delights for me, and the best things about moving back to the Midwest. Sweet corn is in! Pickup trucks by the side of the road, a dozen for three dollars, slip your money through the rolled down window and take it out of the back. I love that. Mmmm. Sweet corn.

And the other object of this post: porch sleeping. Ah, the delights of porch sleeping. I'm aware that by no means is the Midwest the only place where you can porch sleep in the summertime. But really, in my opinion, the best part of summertime here is the nighttime. Light breeze, damp and cool, through the screen, loons and frogs and birds burbling around, critters crashing periodically through the trees. Faint sounds from parties and bonfires drifting across the lake. Sincerely one of my favorite things in the world, porch sleeping. When I was a kid we sometimes slept out on my grandma's pontoon boat tied to the pier. And when I was lucky, and my cousin wasn't around, I got to sleep at my aunt's house in my cousin's bed, which was on a big screened-in second story porch at their cottage on the other side of the lake. Of course, in general I'm a big fan of porches. In fact, among family and friends I am famous for commenting on every house we drive past, "Look at that great porch!" That and gushing over every lilac bush I come upon in the spring.

It takes so little to make me happy.