It was created by Dyln, the funny blogger that has animal interviews and great nature photos (no, not nekked people, get yer mind outta the gutter).
1. Step out your front door and take a picture.
2. Step out your back door and take a picture.
3. Put them on your blog, along with the rules.
4. If there are things in the photos that you particularly like or dislike, you can point them out, or just explain what we are seeing. Maybe changes over the seasons or some junk in your neighbor's yard that drives you nuts.
5. Tag as many or few people as you like - preferably at least one though.
6. Do it again next month if you like.
The biggest problem I had with this is to determine: Which front door? Which back door? Remember, this is a barn conversion and barns don't need front doors...This is the view straight out of the side of the house closest to the garage. It's where the wellies are kicked off and school bags are hung, so it's our most -used doorway.
With that established, this is the door opposite to that one, down a long hallway. It allows us to enter our courtyard, so it's kind of like a back door.
But wait, this door does the same thing, but it's a few feet to the right of that other door and now we can leave the kitchen to enter the courtyard.And if we walk a few yards to the right, we can go out the dining room door to that area facing the garage. We can do that from two rooms, the sitting room's door view looks almost identical to this.
This is our poor trampoline that has been blown into the house several times in the last few years. It gets dragged off of the grass for every mowing as well. And speaking of mowing, see my pansies, my hyacinths my beautiful purple phlox?Nope, you can't. The land lord kept riding over them with the mower, so I stopped weeding.
If you'll step into my living room (we've taken a turn to the left to begin the top of the "U" shape of this place), you'll see that we can go out this "back" door to the courtyard as well.
And the door opposite of that is the foggy view from the last post.
Speaking of that last post... Tuesday night, the house was quiet, the sky was clear and the stars were glittering in our black, un-obscured sky. We had enjoyed several days of clear, sunny weather. As I stood at my bedroom window and looked over this courtyard we'd be leaving in less than two weeks, I got melancholy. I thought "No more waking to frozen cobwebs, or beautiful thick fog". And I woke to that beautiful sight. It burned off by noon, but I felt like it was a little "gift".
Ahhh, I think this is our most front-ish front door, although the only person who really comes to it is our Postman. He always rings twice... just kidding. People got tired of ringing the bell and then walking to each door to see if someone would come to it, so now they just pull into the drive and come to my wellies-hallway door.
And, the door opposite of that one.... from an angle
and straight out.That cottage? This is the house that started it all. We're in the barn for their acres and acres of land they have slowly sold off. It belongs to Dorothy and Hobb.Hobb is in his late nineties
and not doing well. Poor Dorothy is really having a rough time He's getting irritable and hard to care for and she's devastated that after such a great marriage, this is how it's ending.This is the view from J2's room,
which is
obviously NOT our back door, but I wanted to give you the view of where you just walked. There's another door just like this a little way down the hall.I'm thrilled you came by today and read my meme even though I know you hate them. But see, I'm not tagging anybody, so it really was a harmless visit right?
Come back again later, after we've picked up our new addition. Today's the day that all peaceful-ness ends... oh, wait, that was 19 years ago, how much more chaos could a puppy possibly contribute?
