Here is today's view. Quite boring if I say so myself. I live in the middle of a pasture. There are tons of trees across the street, but almost all of the trees around my house have been planted. Last year, I planted 30 trees. I staked them with plastic fence stakes. It kind of looked like I had some odd fetish with black temporary fence posts....About half of the planted trees survived, but I was very pleased by that. I planted a row across the front of my front yard. None of those trees survived -- probably some evil colony of red ants ate all the roots.
Out the front door off to the right....the largest tree in the middle is dead, but has a beehive in it's base so I have been reluctant to have it cut down.
This is a bad time of year in NE Texas -- the grass is all brown, except for some of the weeds. Great -- ever-green weeds! Today, a cold front blew into the area. Nasty wet rain with a high of 38 degrees. No thanks says both me and my dawgs.
Posting these pictures made me realize that I almost NEVER go through my front door. Obviously, when I get a delivery, I open the door to retrieve the package, but otherwise, I tend to got through the back door or through the garage. Those are the safer exits.... Even at work -- I enter through a back door and exit through a back door. I never see the lobby in our office. I wonder if this back door life has some weird significance. Probably not, but I do live a back door kind of life.
So, in honor of my back door existence, I decided to post some pictures of my backyard. The first is taken from this time last year -- when we had one of the rare snows in this area. The deck has carpet down -- the dogs were getting splinters from the aging wood. I don't even notice that outdoor accessory, anymore. My yard extends to the trees at the very back.
The last picture was taken at the end of last summer. The grass was incredibly green, and I was trying to capture a rainbow (which I did successfully with a different exposure). I live next to a field. The owners intend to build a retirement home on it. That really bums me, because I like living next to an open field.
I am ready for the warm sun of summer to return. Perhaps, this is some sort of vitamin D deficiency.
