The Poop Deck

My deck is just as important as my front porch. It is an extension of my home, a part of who I am, and a place I like spending time on. In all kinds of weather, well almost.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 (we had only two dogs at the time, and I have no idea how that number grew to four) that were caked with wet dirt (also known as mud) before said paws came into the house. Therefore, 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 number of hours we had to wait for the wood to do something, before we could stain it), the deck was stained and prepared for the rough winter that lie ahead.

Now the color of the deck is an interesting brown, which complements the siding of our home. The neighbors that used to live to the left, referred to it as a "poopy brown" color. We referred to them as idiots that lack class and an eye for color. The same color adorns an arbor my husband made for me, and our little shed in the back of the yard. It works well. I believe. I think Martha might even be proud. (Stewart)

The deck is a decent size; 24 by 16. Not too big, not too small, just right. I have tables and comfortable chairs for anyone to rest in when they stop for a visit. I even have a huge swing that grabs hold of you and will not let go. Of course, I have flowers and plants that add a splash of color, which is obviously needed according to the neighbors that used to live to the left. It has 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.

It's Time

It is that time of year, when the birds return from the warmth of the south to nest, feed, and do what birds do. If you know me at all, or have paid attention to my blog, you know I love my humming birds. I wait and watch for them to return to my feeders each spring.

The birds have their migratory patterns, and I have my maps. I have several friends and family who love the birds as well. We call out to each other letting each other know when we have sighted the birds. I know that if my friends to the north have seen them, then I had better get my feeders out. If I see the birds, I call my friends to the south and let them know. Like the birds, we look out for each other. It’s the way it should be.