It’s official.

I am having an affair with my back porch.

I can’t help it.

Seriously.

If I wasn’t already married, I would be on the first plane to Vegas with my porch.

I love its wide gray planks and its stately molded columns.

I love that little wink it gives me when I sit down outside to eat.

I love that my porch lives on the wild side with it’s Christmas decorating like adding leftover black tags and letters to wire trees.

But the worst part?

I think my husband is catching on.

And it’s kind of getting serious.

So if you a girl with blonde hair and shellac nails on a plane to Vegas with a porch….

…mum’s the word.

PS  You can see more Christmas tours here and here.