At the beginning of this year, Doug and I were seriously considering selling our house and moving to a new neighborhood. But after seeing what was available (nothing that we liked at the time) and also after hearing me say "I don't want to move yet" about a hundred times - we decided to hold off for a while longer.
One of the things I love about this house is the backyard space we've created - the flowering shrubs and flower beds we maintain. And even though this isn't the nicest and/or fanciest house we've ever lived in, I say every day that this is the most beautiful backyard I've ever lived with. I just can't get enough of looking outside and seeing this every day!
Oh sure, I know that we can (and will) recreate something just as beautiful wherever we live, but for right now I'm just so content to be still.
The sun sets on this side of our house, streaming lovely golden-hour-light all over the place. I can never resist grabbing my camera and shooting more garden photos. My goodness, I've taken a lot of photos back there.
Last night as I came back inside with my camera, I mentioned to Doug that we might need to move soon just so that I have some new things to photograph. I mean really, how many photos do we need of my rusty-iron-turtle on that blue gate?
Or my heart rocks on dirt?
Ah, but the landscape changes a little here and there. New sunflowers are sprouting and I know this evening around 6:30 that golden-hour-sunshine will be calling my name and I'll be right back out there, snapping photos of a rusty-iron-turtle and thinking to myself, "This is the most beautiful backyard space I've ever lived with."
Most days I feel like the luckiest girl on the planet.