Backyard Resort

my backyard paradise

While I wrap my head around some other posts I’m supposed to be writing, I thought I’d share our latest backyard reverie.

showing my book when I told her not to little bug on Bug

coffee break

I worked all morning yesterday and when the temperature soared into the 90’s, I decided it was Kiddie Pool o’clock. Time to make an iced coffee cold coffee and unwind in the backyard. After we soaked a while and had a few splashfests, we decided the water was chilly so we needed some towels to lay out in the sun on. Then the sun was too bright so we added a tent. And well, you see where this is going. I like to call it The Sticks Five Star Resort.


Don’t you just want to take a nap? I did. Unfortunately Bug did not. She was calm and quiet looking at bugs for about fifteen minutes and then it was off to go yell on the driveway for the neighborhood kids to come over.

Do you ever have this problem? Neighbors that you don’t really want to co-mingle with but your kid is lonelier than a snickers bar at the bottom of a swimming pool? She is so sad and pathetic. I need to line up some play dates for her stat. It’s just that the neighborhood kids belong to a Dad who just got out of prison and I really really don’t want to go hang out over there so they can play together. I hate being the mean mom but he’s on the prowl for a new girlfriend and I ain’t gonna be it. Do you have that problem? Probably not. I need to move.

a bug!

Anyway, it was nice while it lasted.

Bug and Pink Kitty relax

farmer tan

We shall remember this house fondly and not think of neighborhood prison dads.


Sigh…Home Sweet Sticks.