my backyard

i love the snow-- i really do. i would be sad if i didn't get at least a little taste of the white stuff each year. but i miss my backyard. my backyard is not much to look at. it is small. it has no obviously exciting toys. but it has a fence that encircles imagination and wonder. within it's walls...

this backyard becomes a hospital...

fruit leather fixes everything... :)

lucienne says thank you for your kind bedside manner with a fingernail claw to the face. how endearing. :)

my backyard becomes the home to schools and forts... libraries and family homes... rocket ships and alien invasions... knights and princesses.. magic lives out there.

my backyard is the base camp for the nationally recognized watchdog group the cat watching society. you may never have heard of them --  but they are out there working hard for you. keeping yards everywhere safe from neighborhood cats using your yard as a litter box.

arianna took her duties so seriously that every morning she would pack a backpack, head out to the backyard and 'cat guard'. and just in case we were guarding against highly intellectual literate cats... there were signs.

when the trees gave up their leaves my backyard became a golden playground...

my backyard reminds me... that my youth is out there. running and playing. discovering worlds that my aging eyes have forgotten. i have an invitation every day back to my youth. all i have to do is answer...