It's what drew us to this house.
There is no feeling like releasing the hounds and then locking the door (they've figured out how to open the backdoor. It scares me how evolved they are)
It's beautiful and green in the spring. A pink Mimosa blooms in the fall.
I love our back yard, if only for providing an escape from being a dog owner for an hour or two.
When Oliver's old enough, he will love our back yard, as long as he's careful to avoid the poop.
It's big and safe and sometimes, as I rock on the back porch swing, I marvel that it's all mine (well, Anthony's too)
Every year I have big intentions of gardening. Maybe this year will be the year.
Even without my help, it's lush and warm and wide.
I love love LOVE my back yard.
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