Apparently people name their homes. Like "Serenity" (dude, I WISH) to something-or-another manor.
We name our yard.
I know! Behold our super-awesome-nerdy-smarts! The meadow! Squee!
Actually, it is a meadow back there. The perimeter of the yard is wooded and there's a grassy knoll (spelled.right.on.the.first.time.I.rock.thanks) and it gets very meadow-y back there.
Especially when it's the middle of May and SOMEONE hasn't mowed yet.
(Aaron, I'm looking at you here.)
(And no, I don't care that you're on a business trip. Magically mow it, damn it.)
This is also the part of the year where we transition from clean, tidy garden to holyfuckignshitexplosion. It's quite a sight.
Makes me want to picnic in my backyard.