The sandbox is gone. Not just any 4 X 4 foot square sandbox. I'm talking a volleyball court sized one!
Don used the tractor to take away buckets of sand from the backyard. The "sandbox" has been there since the kids were little. It housed the play structure, trampoline and eventually became the sand volleyball practice site.
This sand area has been sitting idle since the kids left home (5 years now since Leah went off to Winnipeg). It became a weed box. I tried to keep it weeded, but it really became a chore.
It is hard to see a stage of your life gone. Sigh. Having young kids lasts such a short while. (Never thought I would say that. Crying baby stage seemed interminable!!). But now I wish I had enjoyed it more. Hindsight. Always 20/20.
Don used the tractor to take away buckets of sand from the backyard. The "sandbox" has been there since the kids were little. It housed the play structure, trampoline and eventually became the sand volleyball practice site.
This sand area has been sitting idle since the kids left home (5 years now since Leah went off to Winnipeg). It became a weed box. I tried to keep it weeded, but it really became a chore.
It is hard to see a stage of your life gone. Sigh. Having young kids lasts such a short while. (Never thought I would say that. Crying baby stage seemed interminable!!). But now I wish I had enjoyed it more. Hindsight. Always 20/20.
Don taking away bucket loads of sand.
The plum tree that Mom and Dad bought us at the time of our wedding (31 years ago) had to be taken out. It was broken in the centre and rotting. Too bad. Guess even plants have a life span.
The yard looks very different. We will have to sow this area to grass.
Clear view to the garden from the deck. Where the plum tree used to be.
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