I’ll just say it, I’m not outdoorsy.

Never have been, probably never will be.
My idea of outdoors is walking from Target to my car. I like feeling the sun on my face as I sip my iced coffee and push my cart* full of “necessities” to my car.
So the fact that my child prefers being in the yard to staying inside is kind of a struggle.

Before we moved to our current house, we lived in the middle of absolutely nowhere on two and a half acres. There were bugs and critters galore, because our house had sat empty for a long time before we bought it. I was terrified of snakes, so we rarely played in the yard without Leslie. (In my defense, I saw a handful of snakes in our yard at various points in time while we lived there)

Now that we live in an actual neighborhood, surrounded by people and golfers, I’m much less fearful of our yard. [Still not outdoorsy, but not completely terrified of snakes being out there — I figure if there’s a snake out there, he’s encountered lots of people before me today, and he’s probably used to it by now. Don’t kill my vibe, bro]

Of course we have a smaller lot, but the tradeoff of actually using our entire yard is kind of worth it to me. It works for us.

Don’t get me wrong, we did not use our backyard when the porch looked like this.



But now that we’ve updated it a little,



…okay a lot, it’s such a fun spot to hang out! It feels cozy and clean, and I can see Eleanor’s little treehouse** from my spot up there.

- SOURCES:
- sofa
- fire pit
- umbrella and base
- wreath and holder
- doormat (I also have this one)
- reversible rug
- adirondack chairs
- stay awhile sign
- lumbar pillow
- pink dress
- similar blue stripe pillow
- similar lights
- similar throw blanket
- similar cups
- affordable planters that I love here, here and here
*When I’m typing, cart comes out. When I’m talking, it’s buggy. **We call it a treehouse for some reason, even though it’s not connected to a tree.