This is the view from the patio door. There used to be a bush where the dirt and weeds are. I'm not sure why it died. It may have been a mole. I saw one digging in that spot once. Or, it could have been the cute little boy who played football in the yard. Every once in awhile I would catch a glimpse of his blond head running past. Then *smack* the football would hit the brick wall. I think this was the end zone, because if I looked out, he would be doing a little victory dance and cheering. Right there. Well, the boy and his family moved away a couple months ago. The yard is quiet now, except for the birds. |
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