We Bought a Backyard

Six and a half years ago my husband and I lived in a 41 ft coach. We lived wherever we parked. We were on the road for a while with some dear friends from our. Navy days in the 70's. We all worked at Disney that last winter we were on the road. We worked 6 hours at a time and did that for 2 days so we could play the rest of the time. Free reign of the parks and parking. So we left the road with, "Welcome to Magic Kingdom. Have a magical day" playing in our heads.
My dad became ill and we felt we needed to come off the road for aging parents. So we did.
When we got here we lived in a local RV park while we looked for a house. Did I mention the coach was 41 ft.? We looked for that perfect last home, because at our age we figured it would be the last move, until Jesus comes to get us. We looked and looked and finally one February afternoon my mom calls me on the phone. "Pamela (that's how I know she means business), I have found y'all a house. It's just 5 houses from me on my street." Yeah, you're right! A neighborhood? Five houses from mom? On her street? But we went to look anyway.
Mr. West had just put a For Sale by Owner sign up 2 hours before we arrived. We knocked and were invited in that very moment. We bought it that very night. Now let me just say, we didn't buy this house for the house, we bought it for the backyard. Yes it was the dead of winter. It was almost dark when we saw the backyard.
We've done a lot of cosmetic work to the house itself. But we literally transformed the backyard. For some reason, we saw the backyard as it could be that February day. As I sit on my back porch (added) in my swing bed, I am looking out into a bird sanctuary. The beds are full of a mix of bedding flowers and wild flowers. There's a small picket fence that divides the 60ft deep backyard in to 40/20 space. We have 2 arbors, one open and sunny and one covered in wisteria with bottles and tin signs. The beds are lined with plates of every color and a few bottles in between. There are red roses and purple butterfly bushes. Black-eyed Susans and cone flowers. There are handmade wind chimes made from bottles and old jewelry. This vision turned into reality is the reason we bought the house.
Now, let me go into the house, in my one butt kitchen, and make some supper.