As a child, I loved the sunroom at my grandmother’s house. I remember sitting with my head in her lap and my feet in the glider across from us. She’d play with my hair as we both let our selves be completely enveloped by the sun’s rays.
Back.
and forth.
Back.
and forth.
Back.
and forth we would sway.
And I was warm, inside and out.
I imagine she was, too.
Now those same gliders sit on my porch. Metal rusted, fabric faded. For years I’ve great plans for them. Great intentions…but every time I would head to the store, something would get in the way. I wonder if I’ve been subconsciously putting it aside, wanting to preserve a part of her.
But today I walked outside to find this:
And realized that it’s time.
For new paint,
new fabric,
new memories.
What a beautiful story and a beautiful picture.
My grandma had these green metal gliders on her front porch. We would sit outside on summer evenings and just take in the wonderful smells coming from her roses that were everywhere out side (strung up with old nylons because we couldnt’ let them go to waste and they were better for the roses she claimed)
Every couple of years she would get a can of rustoleum and paint those chairs and we couldnt’ sit in them for a few days, it was so hard not to sit on them. Once I did before it was time and I ruined a beautiful pair of gingham kolats and I cried and cried.
Thank you so much for bringing back these memories through your memories. Now I only wonder where those old chairs went.
YEP!