My friend Jill and I agreed some weeks back that more nouns ought to be made into verbs. There's actually a linguistic term for this: verbing. Apparently verbing is a growing trend and Jill and I did not, in fact, think of it ourselves. Therefore, because we are nothing if not trendy girls (snicker), we've decided that "porch-sitting" shall now and forevermore be known instead as "porching".
Y'all know my fondness for porching. I porch nearly year-round, except when freezing cold keeps me from it. My favorite porching season--indeed, my favorite season, period--is summer. As far as I'm concerned, baseball, porching, and peaches are the Holy Trinity of summer. Late afternoon porching with my ever-dapper and gracious neighbor Carl is the best. (And not just because he provides rum & Cokes.) A close second, though, is middle-of-the-night porching. That's when the furbabies and I sit amiably together on the porch with almost no noise but the crickets and the frogs. It's lovely. Still, practical considerations have to be made, and one of those is the need for at least a little light. Sometimes I turn on the ceiling fixture in the brown parlor so that the light spills out onto the front porch, but I really prefer candlelight. Candlelight requires matches, of course, and I'm forever misplacing the matches, or leaving them on the porch so that they get rained on or the box gets floppy from the Missouri humidity.
Then I spied this great little idea on Pinterest.