Though I haven’t actually moved into “my” cute little house yet, I do go there often just to walk around the yard.
It’s like I’m trying to convince myself that the trees and bushes…
and limbs and branches and sticks…
and leaves on the ground…
and leaves changing color for the fall…
and the leaves that want to stay the same…
and the lovely, mulchy, foresty looking ground cover…
and the mysterious berries are alllll…
really, truly
mine.
It’s like some kind of dream.
And the hornets that seem to be getting braver and braver…
they’re mine too.
It’s beautiful…
and I’m so, so grateful.
It IS beautiful and it’s ALL yours! 😀 That makes me so happy for you!