the backyard

i can't even begin to describe what i could see.... crawling around with my cousin when we were small enough to nearly fit through the gate (and realizing this might've been my first memory), the two metal slides and how they felt when it was just getting to be too much into summer, the rows of plants and vegetables, seeing where the cherries were and the grape vine, the spot where we used to make animal sculptures out of mud (i still have two of them).

 

basically, i miss my grandpa george.

Done