Day 81: March 22nd

I love the bricks that lead from the back porch into the yard.  They are old and mossy and uneven, but there is something about worn and imperfect things that give a house character.  In the summer grass grows up between them and little frogs try to hide underneath them.  Sometimes they come loose and when I pull them up to put them back into place, a whole world of creepy crawlies reveals itself.