Someday, I hope to have a yard. Perhaps with a little picket fence around it, or maybe a tall wrought-iron gate.
I will make my hubby lemonade while he mows the grass, and host Summer lunch parties under the shade of trees.
But for now, I am happy that we don't have to water the yard, pick weeds, or shovel snow in the winter season.
Because right now, this little planter of grass is all the yard I have.
And for now, I'm down with that.