Long Summer Days
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It is times like these that I wish we lived in our old house. Yes, the small brick one. The one that encouraged us to explore the back yard, weed the garden, throw our veggies in the compost bin. The one that had trees for climbing, a pond for splashing and a brick grill. I am sad that we are stuck in this house because our back yard is mosquito infested. The deck is too high. Where we can only garden in containers.
Instead we are inside. In the air conditioning. Playing games, reading, wrestling. It is nice. But not as nice as a dinosaur bone hunt in the back yard, or climbing a tree, or watching the sunset.
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It is times like these that I wish we lived in our old house. Yes, the small brick one. The one that encouraged us to explore the back yard, weed the garden, throw our veggies in the compost bin. The one that had trees for climbing, a pond for splashing and a brick grill. I am sad that we are stuck in this house because our back yard is mosquito infested. The deck is too high. Where we can only garden in containers.
Instead we are inside. In the air conditioning. Playing games, reading, wrestling. It is nice. But not as nice as a dinosaur bone hunt in the back yard, or climbing a tree, or watching the sunset.
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