Spring!

When I really think about it, I realize that I haven't had a usable backyard since I moved out of my parents' house all of those many years ago. From the time I was about 11 or 12, we lived out in the middle of the Indiana cornfields, on five acres that included an orchard and a pond. And I kind of hated it, because it was A LOT of work. I swore that when I owned my own house, it would be a house without any yard work.

Then, after college, I got my wish, as Steve and I moved into a house with no real yard to speak of in Cincinnati, following that up with a really terrible yard at our first house in Atlanta. And while I didn't really mind it when it was just Steve and I running around (I'm not exactly what one might call an outside person, unless that outside involves a beach or a pool or a lake or some other body of water), when Brigid became old enough to ask to play outside, I kind of felt bad that she didn't have a great option to do so.

We definitely made up for it in the new house, which is not only on a cul-de-sac that's perfect for riding bikes/scooters/motorized jeeps/any other form of child approved transportation, but also has a pretty big backyard, too, with plenty of space for Brigid to plant her own flower garden AND her own vegetable garden AND maybe even get a swing set of her very own someday.

Oh, and Caitlin seems to enjoy it, too.

I think we made the right decision.

(Then again, I'm not the one mowing the thing, so maybe take my opinion with a grain of salt?)