The Lovely picture above is my view from the deck in my back yard. I love my little house, but there were issues with the back yard. There was NO privacy. A neighbor on one side of me has junk galore in his back yard and mows his yard 2 or 3 times a year, whether it needs it or not. 🙂 Then I have very nice neighbors behind me that just put in a swimming pool. They have teen aged kids. I know this will mean a lot of activity in their yard, which is completely exposed to my yard. It was time.
Below are a couple of before and after pictures. I’m sorry the quality is so bad in the before shots. But you can see that the fence has made a HUGE difference! There was a terrible, falling down, ancient, chain link fence in place. The new fence just went right in front of the old one.
For Christmas, my brother and sister in law gifted me this awesome hammock swing!! See below. I got this hung up on New Year’s Day. Yes, me. By myself. 🙂
I had been wanting a swing just like this for some time and I guess Santa told my brother that I wanted it. I didn’t. But this is what he got me for Christmas!
Here’s another shot of my swing on my back deck. The swing is where I was sitting in my first picture of this post. My back yard was in terrible shape when I moved in. I’ve pulled hundreds of weeds. ALL the grass was dead. So it’s come a long way from where I started. I need to stain the fence and the deck. So there is still a lot of work to do. But my back yard is becoming my little sanctuary. I love spending time out here with my little dog, drinking coffee, writing, etc. One the weekends, I take my bowl of cereal and my cup of coffee out there and enjoy my little slice of heaven.
My little homestead still needs lots of work. This last summer I had the attic insulated, I put a new floor in the bathroom, now a new fence. Next? Maybe new gutters. I’m not sure. Of course there is still TONS of painting that I need to do inside the house. Slow but sure, I’m making this little gem shine! 🙂
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