Thursday, January 8, 2015

A Taste of Summer

On the way home today Roo goes, "Mom. I just do not like snow storms. We need to get home and watch the news!!!" Me: "Haha, is that so?" "Yeah!! I just want to play in the green grass but now I can't because it is just too white!! I'm just a little too late!!" Me: "Yeah, I would say you are probably just a little too late..."

I know this cold weather and snow practically just started so, I won't complain. But what I will do is wish, dream, and think about summer. And I will continue to look out my kitchen window each and everyday and envision the green grass with a large deck. And if you give a mouse a cookie....... she'll want a large pool and most likely a few floatys in there, with a cup holder to hold her cold stiff drink.

That will obviously remind her that she never shared the back yard transformation from this past summer.....So, I searched through, not even joking, thousands of pictures to find these. All I can do is laugh when I look back and see the pictures of the yard before. The crazy man who lived here before had more than half of the yard covered in annoying pebble stone, landscape fabric, random bushes, and don't forget miles of recycled plastic that needs to outline every single thing and also provide a lovely pebble stone path to every part of your yard. I'll admit, I may have cursed that man I never knew once or twice while hand raking stones for hours but, now I just laugh. One more thing before the pics because I have to tell everyone this. Matt used almost 80 lbs of grass seed for our project because he was convinced it wasn't growing and washed away. We also laugh about that as we walk in and mow our soft luscious green grass every other day. ;)
















It's obviously no large deck or large pool. That will come one day when Matt's not home and I decide just to do it ...... shhhhhhhh. ;) But we love what we have now and are pretty proud of the progress. We enjoy entertaining and late night porch sitting in the summer and can't wait for the future memories to be made out here.

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