The porch-front gardens are my favorite.
Bright tulips, cotton-candy hydrangeas, the smell of fig trees.
I wander in wonder amid the fresh air.
Each season offers a new bounty of beauty.
Block parties are a common sight.
We’ll close the street with banners, cones, haphazardly parked cars.
There’ll be burgers, conversation, and carefree kids.
“Come on over! Everyone’s invited!”
Check out the Dollar Stroll for your favorite bites.
Summer rolls, samosa, spicy noodles, and injera wraps.
There are local businesses and artisan vendors, too.
My finds are always a delightful surprise.
“If your friends come to Porch Fest, they’ll all want to move.”
Rock bands, mini-orchestras, jazz, and even a house DJ.
We’ll grab some ice cream from a circulating truck
And find a porch with sound that brings us joy.
But above all: the people.
Brews after run club, swims at the Y, walks with friends at Bartram’s.
This feels like more than just a neighborhood.
It’s a place with community where I can truly live.
