One of the most important features of our home was the design for the front porch. Even during the construction we would spend time sitting on the front step, sweaty but happy.
What is a farmhouse without a place to sit awhile and rest after a long day of working in the garden?
I think sweet tea was invented for front porch sitting. Not to make it through your afternoon, but to create a lively conversation.
Like everything else in our home, I wanted our front porch to be welcoming and not showy for those driving by.
Selfishly, I needed to feel tiny as a six foot woman, so large columns and plenty of room to welcome you was a must. I also wanted to step up and into our home. I wanted you to know you had come into a place of refuge, rest and comfort, leaving the typical life outside on the ground.
I liked the idea of creating a refuge when you step inside our home. I wanted the door color to be the signal you were shifting from the world outside to a calm space of peace and love. Like a spa for the soul.
I had a terrible time deciding what color to paint the front door. I wasn’t sure if a shade of blue would look too modern for our front porch. Did black shutters work with a unique color? I considered coral and yellow, too. We were visiting the construction site and Gabrielle found a tiny egg in the driveway. It was the perfect color and I took it as a sign.
It may have taken me a few trips to Sherwin Williams and four cans of sample paint, but I finally found the perfect shade of turquoise. I started out so pale. On the door, it almost came out white. Just blended in with the white siding. I was too nervous about messing up, I wasn’t even close to the right color or shade. I stomped my fear and went bold. Then, I found the right color.
I love how our farmhouse porch turned out with a few steps up from the curve of the sidewalk. I didn’t have a set style, but with square columns, black shudders and an 8 foot front door, it definitely has a touch of Stately Southern.
My favorite part of our front porch is the breeze that’s always present, even in August. Such a sweet surprise. Reminds me every time the Holy Spirit is like a rushing wind and He’s there with us as we take a breath and rest.
I need reminding to rest and soak in the sweetness of this Promised Land with those I love and welcome. That’s what a front porch is really for – to soak in God’s goodness and reflect in gratitude.
Before we finished construction, we had a Fourth of July picnic with close friends on our front porch. We took the time to pray and eat and celebrate all God was doing. That special time was a good reminder – if we can host friends in sawdust and under unfinished beams, then opening our door with toys on the floor, dishes in the sink and unpacked boxes is easy.
With our farmhouse facing south, we wave at people driving by and Gabrielle wonders if kids are on or off the school bus. The sun sets in the pasture to our right and we can see you coming up the gravel drive for a visit. We turn on the lamplight and gaze at the moon rising. I start to feel sorry for families inside watching TV and missing the special way you can close the day on a front porch.
Our front porch is a wonderful spot for my daughter to take a nap in my arms and watch the pink roses bloom. My goal with our front porch was for it to be an outdoor living room. On nice days we would spend more time there, visiting, relaxing, sitting with you as we live a simpler life.