I live a in a “planned” community in the heart of suburbia.
And I SWORE I would never live here, but I do. And admittedly, I LOVE it.
If I go to the end of my street and turn left, it is less than a 10 minute walk to our neighborhood pool, grocery story, bagel place, ice cream shop, basketball courts, playground, soccer field, AND bank. They are all less than a half mile away.
And I do love that direction OH SO MUCH!
BUT if I go to the end of my street and turn RIGHT, it’s a whole other story in less than half mile.
Within moments suburban life disappears from the mind.
The explorations begin. Treasures are found.
Quiet observations take place.
Until we arrive at our final destination….
Suburbia is gone. And we begin to play…
Dirt is tolerated here. In fact, it is mostly celebrated! On faces. On hands. Even in mouths.
We splash. We build. We play.
And Mommy is no exception once she hands the camera off to Daddy for a bit.
There are moments of noise…
And there are moments of quiet.
It’s wonderfully different here from the normal pace of life.
And we are so thankful it is right in “our backyard”.
After our fun, we gather ourselves together for the UPHILL trek back home, grateful it isn’t too far.
The best of both worlds, suburbia and nature, both within minutes of walking.