There's been a silent duel over the backyard for years.
Years, I tell you.
Some day he decided the backyard was his.
And that was it.
No contest.
The backyard has been my big brother's since that point. He's done a good job, I'll give him that. Except for the blackberries. He kinda lets them die. But it's not like he hasn't been busy being a police officer and all.
My dreams of planting my own veggies, fruits, herbs in the ground have gone unfulfilled. I've worked around not being able to plant in the ground. I've been planting my herbs in containers. They've survived, but there is something about planting directly in the ground that is so...so...earthy.
When he bought a house this spring, my first thought was, "The backyard is miiiiiiine!!!"
