My Backyard Feels like a New Home

My backyard doesn’t seem like my backyard, but an entirely new place.
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Moving to a new (and by new I mean different, I have never actually lived in a "new" house) home has always been exciting to me. Without fail, some things are better and some things are not as good as the place I left. That’s the adventure of it.

While growing up my family moved 12 times, and that was just in my lifetime - I was the tenth child. I loved the adventure of new surroundings. Perhaps I loved moving so much because we never had “vacations”: we could not afford them. My closest experience to a vacation was the summer we spent a month camping at a campground on Little Traverse Bay near Petoskey, Michigan - between moves.

When I was twelve, my sister and I were reminiscing about all the good things our last home had and wishing we still had them. A thought struck both of us at once and looking at each other, we agreed that we needed to appreciate the good things that we had right at the moment. Our new discovery was that when you enjoy what you have to its fullest, you don’t have regrets later, but instead you are left with wonderful memories of the old things.

I know I will miss the shade of the old tree. Every morning when I awake I will miss looking out my bedroom window up into its branches and seeing the changing of the seasons through the changes in its branches. I will miss watching the birds fluttering about it, and the squirrels chasing each other in it.

The good and exciting side is that our tangerine and grapefruit trees have full sun now, and, my clothesline has many hours of sunshine. I am very happy and excited about my new yard.

Now, all we have to work on is getting those huge pieces of wood cut into firewood.

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