So, I live in a basement- but I call it 'The Cottage'. Why? Because
A) It's really more of a studio apartment- carpeted and demarcated into bedroom/office, living room and TV/DVD room, and
B) because I have my own entrance through the back. Our house is situated at the end of a cul de sac with an alley behind the house as well. So we have an uber-awesome backyard, which will soon be exploding with lilacs, roses and even green beans! So when I step out my 'front' door into the alley, I see this!It's kind of like the Secret Garden. We keep discovering new archeological items- landscaping from the original owners that was obscured by crazy overgrown bushes, etc. And since today is the closest thing I have to a real day off during this little intermission before classes start up again next Tuesday, I did what I've been wanting to do since I moved to the basement/Cottage last November: I cleared out all the scary junk that has been festering by our backdoor since before I moved in. I de-tarped, de-spidered and re-organized all our firewood (& stored it out of site), scooped out the scary piles of moldy ceiling insulation that fell into our garage two years ago, and well, I swept. Then Carrie helped me move our cute little dying bench from the deck, and we shuffled over another ancient decaying bench that used to be buried under ivy. Now I have two cute benches greeting my entrance, and it's only a matter of time till I can sit out here reading- and still kind of be in my bedroom. If this can't make me start loving spring and summer, I don't know what will.
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