My Backyard and its Voices

Saturday, as I looked out onto the soggy, brown, leafless backyard, I thought how grateful I was for my backyard and the voices. I live in a city neighborhood of Pittsburgh, where green grass, trees and space are highly prized. But I am lucky because I have a very clever husband who found this lovely house and its backyard.

My backyard is so peaceful. The perfect mixture of grass, trees, and dirt. Well, I could do with less of the dirt and more of the grass, but beggars cannot be choosers. We have put a lot of love and sweat into the back yard to make it a sanctuary. This past spring the Inventor made a babbling brook with a lotus flower fountain in one corner of the backyard. Then I put my birthday hammock under the perfect tree, so you get a bit of the nice warm sun in the early afternoon, and then shade when it gets too hot. A soft tinkling wind chime was hung on a nearby tree branch. So with my hammock, a cool breeze and the sound of water, you would never, ever image you are in the city. It is my little refuge from the world. I love just swinging and daydreaming. Listening to the sounds of summer while you just swing. Aaahhh…

The other feature that makes my backyard perfection are the voices from over the wall. Sometimes in the middle of a lovely dream about saving the world or Robert Redford, I hear the melodious tones of my friend and her husband over the brick wall. They will be chatting about mundane topics, but giggling and laughing the whole time. All I hear our happy, peals of laughter. Just enjoying and living life. It is such a lovely, little, unexpected snippet interjected into my moment. It just makes me smile and thank my husband for buying the best backyard in town.

So, I am grateful for my backyard at its voices. I cannot wait for spring.

PS – AWM, I am stalking you...no, no, no just thinking about you and your situation :)