Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Spaces and Places

I have been struggling with blogger’s block lately.

I like to think of this space as my little parenting haven, where I get to reflect on all the lovely and amusing aspects of raising three children. This usually involves me focusing on whatever made me laugh most that day, but I also have a tendency to get a wee bit sentimental (sorry, Matt). But no matter what I write, there is one thing about this blog that is constant....I have always found something positive to say about parenting.

Until now.

Apparently my three muses (i.e., the children), have been abducted by aliens and replaced with demon spawn. Or something like that. Basically, Aidan and Owen have fully committed themselves to the terrible two’s, and Ashley has decided to mentor them through it.

They have done nothing cute lately. Nada. Zip. Zilch.



So, instead of blogging about my children, I’m instead going to write about backyards.

Yes, backyards.

Bear with me for a moment while I wax nostalgic...

A few months after Scott and I got married, we purchased our first home. I loved this house...it was perfect in every way, and easily could have been my forever home.

Scott was less convinced - apparently it didn’t have some important man-things like a walk-out basement (who cares about the basement anyway?). But he gave in when he saw me fall in love with the backyard.

This house had a view. Granted, this was St. Louis we're talking about, so the types of potential views were limited - but I loved looking out our bay window to the forest behind our house. And before you got to the forest, there was a huuuuuuge backyard.

It was perfect for Ashley to run around on in the summer time.

And perfect for me to photograph in the winter time.

Perfect for Scott to stargaze from at night time.

And perfect for various wildlife to explore no matter what time...deer and turtles and birds, oh my! (Sorry. I had to say it. But I admit it doesn't have the same ring to it.)

Then life changed and we decided to move back to Nebraska.

In our new backyard, the child-friendly running space is much more limited. And my "view" looks into our back neighbors' rec room. And the glare from the Target across the way limits Scott's stargazing abilities. And the only animals who visit us are bunnies and two angry stray cats who like to rumble at midnight.

But even so, I find myself out in our new backyard way more than I ever was in St. Louis.

My muses wouldn't have it any other way.


Anonymous said...

hey i have had the same aliens at my house!!! love, anna

Megan said...

Hee hee! The aliens must be swarming the midwest, then, because they showed up again at my house tonight. ;-)