the magical backyard.

There's a place.

It's adjacent to our house, the rear side.

The backyard. It's magical.

Going to the backyard, we might be cranky. We might be whiny. We might be just so done with each other and that stuffy, messy, inside part of the house. Upon walking through the gate, the magical backyard begins with our faces, the cool air from the grass that is coming back to life washes them clean of crankiness. Foul moods are slowly stripped away, and we become real again.

Last week, we introduced a new playmate to our backyard:
The Slide.

Now we love our backyard even more.

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