Our Little Spot of Heaven

OR MY BACKYARD

We spent the morning in our backyard. It’s a magical place. I would post pictures but a picture can’t tell you how the breeze mixed with the dew and the azaleas to create a perfume that floated around us. And a picture wouldn’t be able to show how the sun made the leaves sparkle and dance making the ground look like green jewels instead of grass. Right in the center of the yard is a swing set cushioned with pine straw from the five tall pines trees that circle it. The yard begins at our house and ends at the edge of a large forest, but since the fence is only a half-height chain link, it’s easy to think it goes on forever and we are in a clearing. Our back gate leads into a tangle of trails and ponds. Deer sometimes let curiousity pull them out of the forest and give us a quick look. Squirrels, cardinals, blue birds, butterflies, bees, ladybugs, one woodpecker, and a hawk think it’s their home too. There are vegetables in the garden and hydrangeas blooming near the deck.



Also on the deck is Little Crock, our gecko lizard whom I am convinced transplanted here with my parents from the desert. The see-through fence leaves Gracie free to play with our dog-friends next door, Tanzy and Brooks. The dogs call to each other and play and run just like the children do. When the wind blows, you can hear it in the trees and our voices echo like I’ve only heard before while camping in the wilderness.

It’s where Julia first went down a slide, where Olivia learned to swing, where Emma talks to the animals, where William practices casting with his fishing pole, and where they all chase fireflies. It’s where Grandpa grills, Nana reads, and I close my eyes and breathe.

I’m positive unseen angels blow us kisses there ;)