I’ve set myself up a little writing space on the front porch in hopes that it will encourage more writing. I’ve got some herbs growing in the corner and sometimes a little bird will come and land on the railing, sing a little song and take off again. I’ve got my Grumpy Bear mug full of tea, Earl Grey, hot. The wind is rustling the big trees in the front yards, occasionally loosening a leaf or two. My space is perfectly lovely and it is all mine.