love is an open door

We really only use the door in the mudroom, where sunglasses and shoes and hats and keys are stashed, to go in and out of the house. But the back door is where the magic happens.

It's where the cats come for attention before the sun comes up.  It's where the boys look for snacks after school, where they bring treasures to show off, insects and interesting rocks, school projects and three snakes alone just last week. The screen door is open most days, and the sounds of the neighborhood float in with the breeze. From the kitchen I hand out fish tacos, and later see a thumbs up as someone deposits their empty plate on the steps. 

Today I distributed gloves to children at every entrance. Time to order another bulk pack of those, and prepare to shiver every time the patio door slides open.