My Poop Deck

My deck is just as important as my front porch. It's an extension of my home, a part of who I am, and a place I like spending time on.

The deck was added to our home shortly after we moved in, as a necessity. There was simply no place to wash 8 large paws that were caked with wet dirt (also known as mud) before said paws came into the house. So in an effort to make me happy, the deck was designed and built. This would not be the first deck built by my family, nor the last. So after assembling my siblings and their tools, the deck was completed in two weekends. After waiting a specified amount of time (I did however fudge the numbers), the deck was stained and prepared for the rough winter that lie ahead. Now the color of the deck is an interesting brown, which compliments the siding of our home. The neighbors to the left, refer to it as "poopy brown". We refer to them as idiots that lack class and an eye for color. The same color adorns our picket fence, an arbor my husband made for me, and our little shed in the back of the yard. It works well. I believe.

The deck is a decent size; 24 by 16. Not too big, not too small, just right. I have tables and comfy chairs for anyone to rest in when they stop for a visit. I even have a huge swing that grabs hold of you and won't let go. Of course, I have flowers and plants that add a splash of color which is obviously needed according to the neighbors to the left. It's has a warm feeling. I love it best early in the morning when the area is quiet and the birds are singing their best. It's peaceful. It's relaxing. It's who I am. Poopy color and all.