April 7, 2013
My favorite room of the house, any house, is the backyard, if I'm allowed. It is the quiet space I share with nature. It has wildness and tameness. It is the first place to feel the sun of a new morning. It beckons me from an upstairs window, "come down, sit a spell." I oblige on many occasions, though sitting still is an illusive feat. There is always some measure of engagement; a little task of tidiness or a complete redirection of my afternoon efforts. No matter. The backyard comforts family crowds easily with visual beauty and fragrant scented foliage.