The Backyard

Looking out our back window, we see nothing but fields, trees and a couple of horses. It's like our back yard goes on forever. This morning everything was so fresh and green in a misty rain.

Green pastures.

Looking down the Buttermarsh. Our house is at the right, at the end of the path.

The Oak.

Our house from The Oak through the mist.

Asparagus fields. Eleven years ago when we were expecting Christopher, we did a lot of talking to these fields. They assured us everything would be OK.

Looking down our street.