Dirt

We moved into our home not too long ago.  It’s wonderful.  Amazing views out the front AND the back.  Perfect kitchen.  Big living areas.  Fabulous neighbors (and I’m picky because my last neighborhood was filled with my best friends.)  We, honestly, couldn’t be happier about it.  We joke that the only way we’re leaving is in body bags (in other words we aren’t ever moving again… EVER.)

The only thing that needs work is our back yard.  It’s… how should I put it… UG-O!  We moved in late enough in the year that the plants and trees wouldn’t have survived the winter (still strange to me that we live somewhere with an actual winter) so the HOA told us we would do it once things warmed up a bit.  Sadly, that is just now happening.

So, the kids have decided that this is now their massive sand box.  Something that is really different from Arizona is that there’s no sand.  At the park in AZ the kids would shed their shoes before they even got to the playground.  They loved the feel of sand in their toes.  But here?  No.  It’s that mulch stuff.  The first time we went to the park here (before we moved up here, actually) the kids shed their shoes, took two steps onto the mulch, and yelled in shock and disgust.  ”Mom!  What IS that?!?”  :)  They are use to it now but our sand toys are gathering dust.  Works out perfectly.  Hopefully in a few weeks the yard will be done and the kids will have to settle for playing on the dirt lots next door.  I’ll be sure to post pictures once the yard is done.  We are hoping it will be as perfect for us as the interior.