I’m about three to four weeks early having my deck ready for summer.
Since moving to Shroyer Road in 2003 the deck has been a gathering place. It was always a popular retreat for the older boys and their friends, as well as a place for entertaining friends and family.
Over the past several years, the deck has become my sanctuary. Some might call it my man cave, but I’m not altogether fond of the term.
I’ve always had an umbrella for my table but six years ago I began putting up a canopied pergola, a Father’s Day gift the past several years from my eldest son.
I’m no longer interested in entertaining so the deck has become my place to eat, relax, and write. It’s also a place for the dogs to relax and spend time with me.
This year, the crate is out on the deck and on our inaugural evening, Clyde has joined us and seems to be loving this new adventure. His tail has been gently swishing the entire time.
This is my place. I find solitude and peace, fresh air, my plants and flowers, and sheer enjoyment.