Five for Friday: Our Own Little Yard

I know this will probably make me sound like a boring fuddy-duddy,  but one of my absolute favorite places is my own backyard. We only own an acre of land, and our backyard, fenced in for Liam, is probably about one-half acre. But our property, modest though it is, abuts a watershed for the Upper and Lower Narrows Pond, the primary source for Winthrop’s drinking water. So behind our house is a big woods, full of life and mystery.  It’s not ours, but it gives us an expanded feeling, especially as no development is allowed on this land.

From December through March, our backyard is snowed-in, and except for the shoveled paths, it is not accessible to us. (To our great delight, the birds and squirrels, however, still come and go. ) But as soon as the snow melts, the yard is open to Clif and me, and I never get tired of looking around to see what’s going on. Spring, summer, or fall, there is always something to notice.

The goldfinches, who are making a sound and a fury most days, are flocking to the feeder, and the males are slowly beginning to show their beautiful summer plumage.

And speaking of slowly…the irises are starting to poke through the layer of leaves in the garden. Perhaps next week, I’ll clear those leaves and see what else might be coming up.

When I’m  in the backyard, I always like to look into the woods. Right now, I can actually see a little ways in, to the stone walls that once bordered this land when it was all fields and no woods.

Most of the trees have yet to bud, much less leaf, so last year’s beech leaves still provide a subtle yet shimmering beauty.

Finally, I like to look up at the huge pines that border our yard.

After a long winter of mostly looking out the bathroom window—my blind—it is such a pleasure to be out poking around my backyard, watching as spring gradually shows her pretty face.


41 thoughts on “Five for Friday: Our Own Little Yard”

  1. It sounds like a wonderful back yard, Laurie. We once lived on property that abutted a nature preserve with a stream and trails. It was delightful, as I am sure yours is.

    1. But guess what? It’s snowing! I think about an inch and a half has come down, and it doesn’t show any signs of stopping. So much for my spring fling. 😉

  2. Oh, Laurie! What a disappointment to be getting more snow! GO AWAY SNOW! I would love to live next to a wood – so exciting! I don’t think you are a boring fuddy-duddy as my garden is my favourite place too. It is never boring and there is always so much to see and discover. Wonderful post! ❤

    1. Thanks, Clare! Sometimes I feel a little foolish being such a homebody and loving my backyard so much. How wonderful your garden is your favorite place! And you have that wonderful pond, too. Yes, more snow. Enough so Clif had to shovel the steps this evening.

  3. I suspect that few of your readers would consider you a fuddy duddy for liking to be at home! We seem to be a like-minded group and have found each others blogs as a result! And to think, all that loveliness in your world is covered with snow now . . . again.

  4. I too would rather be in my home backyard than any place in the world. Think of it not as fuddy duddiness, but rather a deep, heartfelt contentment. But your photos are sadly out of date! If your yard is anything like ours this morning, it’s covered in about six inches of snow and still coming down. Ouch.

    1. A beautiful way of putting it. How fast photos can go out of date, from one day to the next. 😉 We got a little over three inches of snow, and it’s already to melt. Belated April Fools?

  5. I love my backyard more than any other place too … And you are so lucky to have woods at the end of your garden. .. Wonderful! I can’t believe you have had more snow!

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