How quickly we forget the cooped-up feeling of "endless" spring rain...
The back yard here at our little homestead is my favorite place on Earth. I do not say this lightly.
Surrounded by 80-year-old Big Leaf Maples and a few rhodies, in view of my kitchen window and a stone's throw from the garden, the back yard is simply perfect. It's our own little glimpse of heaven. With a play structure.