backyard

I love my backyard.  It's big, green, and full of trees.  When people ask me where I live, I always tell them, "Well there are cornfields in my backyard.  That gives you an idea." I love it.  I would find it difficult to grow up in a neighborhood that didn't have trees (basically any new neighborhood development today).  Today was beautiful, and nothing makes me happier than sitting on the deck, reading a book.  Most the time I find myself looking up at the sky.

Don't go under the willow trees, though.  There are ticks in it.  At least that is what our parents used to threaten us with.  Who knows if there are ticks there.