A Backyard Photo Story

The swing set where I once spent hours and hours of the day playing now stands alone and rusts away.

Our dogs that are now long and gone used to live in this custom made dog house, but now the house is back in the woods occupied by nothing. 

At one time, a long rope swing hung from this tree, but the limb that it was on died and we had to cut the swing down and move it to a different spot. 

The new location of the old rope swing, but now the rope swing isn't nearly half as long or fun as it was, it barely drags the ground.

The tree that I would climb all the way to the top and spent days climbing all around trying to find new ways to get to the top.

My dog, Stella, who died from injuries from another dog, is buried under this tree and mini-garden-arrangement in our backyard.