I work from home: privilege.
We live in a privileged school district: privilege.
We live in a single family home: privilege.
We’ve come to a point where we don’t worry about whether we can make the mortgage payments: privilege.
The house sits on a plot just under 1/4 acre: privilege.
The back property line happens to adjoin a five-acre farm: joy.
We watch baby farm animals grow up: joy.
I wandered my back yard this morning. Watched the horses. Captured some photos of mid-spring. This afternoon I weeded the front yard for a little while. I like yard work quite a bit, but it does my allergies no favors.
These blossoms dropped from the cherry tree above it. Pink sprinkled in green. I sort of wish I could eat it.
Z loves to scatter dandelion fluff around the yard. For this reason roughly 62 trillion dandelions have popped up in the grass. I honestly don’t mind, because they make our kid happy.
I would suppose not worrying about our dandelion-weeds is also a privilege. Watching our girl play with them is a joy.
P.S. We’re fully vaccinated over here. Go get vaxxed or wear a mask and come hang out with us!