I love being my yard this time of year. When everything is so bright and beautiful and alive. And there seems to be surprises under every leaf. New flowers or a hidden pod of blackberries.
It's enough to put a smile on your face all day. Even in the humidity. Even with the loud cars passing by. Even after your two-year old dumps two whole cups of carefully picked berries into the grass and runs his sweet, fat little piggie toes through them. Even then.