I wrote a post on mainegirl that started off about traditions and ended up being a reflection on hospitality. This post relates so much to my thoughts on Front Porch Conversations I should have written it here. It also relates to the photo in this blog, my grandparents' farmhouse, which has a beautiful front porch that they added after moving in when they were married 71 years ago this past December. I've spent many hours visiting and playing on that front porch and to this day I can see my grandfather sitting there looking out over the fields and hearing him say "What's new?" when I pulled in and walked up the steps. My grandparents' home was one where I don't know if anyone was ever turned away!
Read my latest post on mainegirl that segues traditions with keeping the door open.
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