This time of year, outside my front door is muck (our city uses dirty gravel on the roads), melting snow drifts, and peeks of summer and fall detritus still half-bried under winter's embrace.
I won't show a picture of that as it's just depressing.
Well, okay, here's one from this time last year:
See the dirt, the snow, the children playing none-the-less.
But come summer it'll look more like this:
Somehow my driveway becomes a magnet for all the neighbourhood kids.
I think it may be because we're one of the few houses with a paved driveway and young children.
We live in a neighbourhood that includes a lot of subsidised housing. Families come and go a fair amount. On any day I might meet 2 or 3 new children to the neighbourhood only to have them dissapear and new ones show up the next day.
But we've a nice paved driveway and a nice big and open front yard which is perfect for all the children to gather and it means I can keep an eye on my scallywags. Growing up our house was the same as we had a huge backyard and an involved father who would build obstacles courses and clubhouses and set up archery targets and the like.
The best part of having such a big front lawn (our back is a muddy messhole) is that I can have the kid's parties outdoors!
Making fairy potions on the driveway, Teaghan's third birthday.
This week's prompt was Outside My Front Door.
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