Almost a year ago I made the decision to cash out one retirement account and use some of the funds to remodel my backyard. I’m pretty positive this sounds crazy to some people. Not to me. Looking back on it, I’m even happier with the decisions I made.
Turning my 35-foot square grass pit into my dream green space has brought me endless joy. I can doze off in my adirondack chair with a mystery novel or watch the birds jockey for position on the feeders.
Technically I do “work” in the yard. It’s hard to call it work when I don’t get paid and I am smiling ear to ear while doing it. Watering, weeding, refilling bird feeders, harvesting veggies, etc, all take up a small portion of my day. It does though, get me out and about, playing in the earth, and taking care of something that would not survive without me.
The original intention of the project was a gift to SW, something he would always have to remind him of me. Well, that is true. It is also the best gift I’ve ever given myself.