I love a beautiful driveway. Long. Winding. Treed. Light dappling through leaves. A surprise view waiting around every corner.
Here are some that I really like.
So pretty, right? Here is a picture of our driveway after a recent hailstorm.
Also very pretty if you can ignore the whole hail- in -July thing. Our house is around that corner to the right. It’s a nice view straight on, but, if you start looking around as you drive up to our house, it starts to get a little, how should I say this…. messy?
This is the first thing that greets you as you turn off our main road onto our driveway.
This is what I like to call “my side of the driveway.” But, lurking behind it is this:
This constitutes what I like to call “the boys’ side” of the driveway. And it gets worse. Much, much worse. Although this skateboard ramp is very hard to ignore. And it’s huge.
A neat little shed.
A pretty stump of flowers.
Then there is the decidedly male side of the driveway.
Apparently building supplies can also double as lawn ornamentation. I did not know that. Note the trampoline, giant pile of logs, fire pit, tarp, old garbage can, tin, etc. No self-respecting strawberry is going to grow over there.
No landscape is complete without a pile of boards and a pile of sand, currently being used by the boy of the house for a castle.
A tipped over wheelbarrow and abandoned stairs…?
Another wheelbarrow. This is the view from my kitchen sink window! You can see the ramp in the distance.
Don’t forget the camper.
As you can see, we have a driveway with a lot of potential, but it does need some work.
But, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I will take this as my surprise view around the corner any day.
Before we know it, our son will be grown and gone and I will be wishing I could look outside to the pile of boards, the sandbox, the skateboard ramp, the jump built in the middle of the driveway…
So I guess that although there are some really beautiful driveways (see Pinky’s new driveway here), I am happy with ours, both the pretty and the not-so-pretty-rough-and-tumble parts. All of it together sort of represents our family, and our home, and how we live here.
But maybe, some day, someone could pick up those building supplies and upright that wheelbarrow… just sayin’.