Sure, when we chose to move here, we thought that we were going to live the simple life. Although within miles of the hustle and bustle of a few cities, the pastoral surroundings had us convince that, once again, we'd struck it rich and would be able to call home rural.
Yes, I know when the grass had begun to pop up through the straw in the fall and I got excited...really excited...because I envisioned our countrified life as beginning anew. However, right now the yard is a mess! It snowed a few times and the temperature dropped for a few days down to 7 and 9 so the ground froze. Then it, like so many other places, thawed and we got rain. Meanwhile, the entire time we have Copper. Ah, yes. Copper the ever energetic bonehead who refuses to do much of anything other than play.
So what once looked like this bucolic, rural scene of peace and tranquility, has now become this...a huge mud pit with dog divots virtually everywhere!
Oh, one more thing. I'm thinking about setting up a lawn chair with a fishing pole here. What do you think?