When we bought our house almost three years ago, we looked at the backyard, the sparse grass, the sandy soil and the huge tree stump right in the middle and said “It’s a blank canvas.”
My Dad said “blank canvas” was code for “terrible backyard”, but we had a vision.
This spring, I’ve slowly watched my husband paint our backyard with broad strokes — a pergola here, a metal frame pool there — and have seen it transform into a work of art. Especially awesome? All the water fun we’ll be having back there this summer.
What would a Wednesday post be without at least one picture from my iPhone?