There’s something about a screen door.
The hinges always squeak when you pull it open, and I have no fancy to oil them. It’s part of it’s charm. Then, that slam once released.
It’s like announcing, “I’m home!”
This house didn’t have one when we moved in. Our previous houses did, and it was my most favorite thing this time of year.
Especially first thing in the morning, when the night air is mixed in with the new day.
My neighbor installed it for me last fall. Afterwards, he asked what kind of handle I wanted to use. I stepped inside and found a pull in the shape of a heart. It didn’t surprise him that a heart would be used for the handle, and he seemed pleased by it.
It’s entertainment for the doggos.
They watch wildlife visit the front yard, and get over excited when someone walks by. Especially if they’re walking a dog.
I hope you have a screen door.
If not, you need to visit someone who does. Give it a pull, and listen for the squeak. When you step inside, let it slam. May you feel at home after stepping through the screen door.