I'm pretty sure our neighbours are jealous of us. They have to be. You walk down our street, there are rows and rows of townhouses with tiny little yards. And then you come to our lot, which is one-acre, very treed, fenced in, very private, and very mature plants. Our house is up on the hill so it's away from the road. It reminds me of the Extreme Makeover Home Edition episodes where people from a dumpy neighbourhood get a gorgeous house and it kinda looks out of place compared to the rest of the street. Crack house, whore house, crack house, drug dealer, mansion, crack house, whore house, etc.
Not that we live in a dumpy neighbourhood but you know what I mean.
In this "heat wave" that Finland is experiencing right now, I have to admit how awesome it is to pull up our driveway from the hot road and get hit with tons of shade and a cool breeze.
Perhaps my favourite part of the yard is my clothes line. Some people get massages, some people read. My form of relaxation is hanging my clothes on my clothes line. Cool breeze, rustling leaves, birds chirping. An opportunity for five minutes to zone out, I love laundry day (with the exception of folding and ironing).
Or maybe my favourite part of the yard is the fact that I don't have to mow the lawn....
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