I need your help. I have two picnic tables that need to be finished for an outrageous idea I have.
I want to be a front yard person.
What if we were front yard people? Remember when I shared ways my neighbors were offering hospitality without cooking? The water fountain, Little Free Library, and our Front Yard Friday gatherings made me wonder, what could I do? I racked my brain trying to think of ideas, spent way too much time on Pinterest, and finally remembered to just ask God.
Last week, two unfinished picnic tables were delivered to me and plopped down on the patio. I ordered the tables for extra seating for a backyard BBQ Susie and I hosted yesterday. I didn’t think much of the tables when I ordered them online, truly they are quite ordinary.
Until I saw them. And, I knew.
These simple wooden picnic tables belong in our front yard. We live on a lively street. Walkers, joggers, and bikers pass by our house hourly. We are just up the street from two schools and children pass by to and fro, school busses churn up the hill in the afternoon, and at any given moment there is someone walking their dog or gawking at the over abundance of deer that live in our neighborhood, too.
All these people.
We have a grand old magnolia tree in our front yard. A perfect climbing tree that offers great shade and the sweet fragrant aroma of magnolia blooms in the spring and summer. Just under the low hanging branches is a perfect spot for the picnic tables. Accessible, a foot or two from the curb, yet protected and welcoming. I wonder what might happen if we moved our afternoon snacks, bubble blowing, messy art projects, BBQ suppers, and all our other backyard activities to the front yard?
I had the opportunity to hear Emily Freeman speak this weekend at the Re:Write Conference. I almost jumped out of my front row seat when she shared the story of two benches her family placed in the middle of her cul-de-sac. YES! YES! YES! I have picnic tables! I cheered in my head. Her story was such sweet affirmation that these ordinary wooden tables were an answered prayer. Provision from God who daily affirms and equips my heart for hospitality.
Here’s where I’m stumped. The wooden picnic tables are unfinished and must be treated for weather. I could sand and stain the wood, but I’m hoping to do something a little more outrageous. The girls and I are tossing around all kinds of ideas, but I want your input.
Will you help me?
Day #21 Table Talk: How would you finish these tables? And, will you be a front yard person with me, too?