Hope you are enjoying a nice spring day! Darlene here, just enjoying the scenery of my own landscape. I live in a suburban area. It’s a nice place with nice neighborhoods, yards and houses. In my particular stretch of homes, the yards are bigger than most. The houses are spread apart. Makes it hard for the kids to just run out back and find a playmate. My son particularly lamented that growing up. We get no trick-or-treaters ever. (Too much yardage for the yield.)
What it gives us is space. Green space. Privacy. Expansive views of grass, flowers and trees. And that, I love. We have neighbors; we’re just not right on top of them. We can’t see inside their windows or hear their conversations. In fact, once everything blooms out, we can hardly see their houses.
I actually live on a busy street. It’s a main road from one end of town to the other. But as I look out my windows today, I can barely see the street. Instead, from every window in the house I see hostas in the shade, dappled sunshine on the patio, and lots of color. Right now the azaleas are in bloom. It is truly the best one-week period of the year for my yard. The colors burst from three sides of the house. Sadly, some of the most magnificent views belong to the neighbors rather than us. Still, I can look out and see green, purple, and a complete palette of pinks. It’s like a little oasis.
Some days it’s so much work that I don’t especially love it. Some days I want to shoo away all the squirrels, rabbits, chipmunks, birds, spiders, etc. that use my space as theirs. I want to shout that this is MY house. My place. I pay the bills, and do the watering and planting. When my lovely patio furniture is covered with Mother Nature’s debris or other droppings, or the squirrels have ripped open a chair cushion or eaten another tropical hibiscus, I start to think of downsizing, a rock garden, maintenance-free living.
But on days like today when I see nothing but trees and flowers, I remember that I love my space, my little piece of the Earth.