A couple of years ago, I started a summer-afternoon tradition: reading on the porch for an hour.
technically too busy for this. I never run out of things to do, and if I
didn't make time for this by putting off something else, it wouldn't
But I decided I was tired of watching golden afternoons
pass unsavored, tired of seeing my front and back porches go unused,
tired of never stopping to enjoy the beautiful place where I live.
So I began setting aside this hour on weekend afternoons whenever it's warm enough to be outside. And it's been wonderful.
slows. I sit and read. I look up from my book to enjoy the sight of
leaves waving in the breeze. I hear the wind chimes, the birds, the
cicadas, the squirrel that scolds my cat. I sip some cool water. I catch
the scent of pine needles or lilacs or holly flowers, depending on the
It's the simplest of simple pleasures. It costs nothing. It's one of my favorite parts of the weekend.