The Wall Tent Returns

I went out and just sat on the porch for awhile today - my porch.  

The plywood creaked a little when I moved - such a familiar sound, as was walking to the back of the room and hearing the boards gently groan under each step.  And the afternoon sunshine filtered through the trees overhead and dappled the walls and ceiling, moving softly in the breeze, in the way I love so much.

A group of my friends and I had an awesome time moving the tent over to it's new summer site by the bus a few days ago, and I can't wait to finish scrubbing everything and set it up as the Wall Tent Studio summer adventure headquarters!

Mildred, the wild kitty who roams the woods at large and has never come near me since I closed up the tent last fall, appeared out of nowhere while I was sitting there and literally started caressing the canvas, the poles, the porch itself.  Her glossy back arched and her purring was the epitome of a satisfied feline.

It was as if she looked at me and said;

"This is back to the way things should be, and I am in my rightful place again."

I felt the same.