Today I was ‘in the barn’ when we opened the doors to our porch. E.B. White wrote about opening the barn doors at springtime in “Charlotte’s Web”.
Then came a quiet morning when Mr. Zuckerman opened a door on the north side. A warm draft of rising air blew softly through the barn cellar. The air smelled of the damp earth, of the spruce woods, of the sweet springtime.
When we opened the doors to the porch, E.B. White’s words were right there, because that was exactly how it was. I was in the barn, and on the porch. It was wonderful.
We sat in folded chairs, looking at all the work ahead. But for the moment, we talked, laughed, looked at the big wide world, and smelled springtime. Just as it happened in the barn in “Charlotte’s Web”.