If I look out of the window behind the computer, there's a slab of concrete where a garage used to stand. If I look right across the driveway, there's a narrower driveway with another house, maybe 15 yards away. That two story house has been empty for probably 8 years now, and has undergone a renovation. Has a for sale by owner sign in the front yard.

I just came home. It's nice outside today. About 70 degrees and partly cloudy ... a little too windy, but otherwise very nice. The grass is greening up and I saw a few patches of bluebonnets while I was out. My computer is in the middle of the house, so from here I can see our front and back yards.

I see the back yard's rickety fence about 12 feet away, and stacked halfway up, a pile of scrap lumber in various stages of uselessness. With rusty nails poking out, and scraggly weeds growing through in spots. Dry, dead grass and foxtails, and the eye of the neighbor's dog staring through a knothole. sigh. Wanna trade, Frances?

It is storm force winds outside blowing over a wide open Irish countryside in which a single solitary road extends on into the distance. If that was not bad enough, the landlord has tastefully decorated my living room with a piece of art which is... a picture of a single road extending into the distance.
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If I looked out the window nearest to me I would see my dark front yard (it is 10:08 PM here) the street, and a wooded patch across the road.  It was a cold, rainy day, but I will take that over snow.

Everything is a work in progress.
Out the front window is desert with sand and low shrubbery.  Desert rats dug little tunnels between the roots of all of the bushes. I chuckle about that because my husband's war with the desert rats makes me think of caddyshack.
A small clearing directly out the front door bears the evidence of my husband's dogged determination to force grass to grow so the kids will have a lawn. Out the back door, theres the grill with one broken wheel, a work bench, various broken appliances needing repairs whenever hubs has some time,  tools, the kids trampoline which they have cleverly attached the old slide from their old red swing set to, in order to one day jump on the trampoline and then slide into the pool that they imagine that we have. The blue and green swing set we actually have.

The beginnings of a tree house for carrying on pirate wars, saving princesses and waiting out the sieges of the Huns or Vikings. Two bikes resting upside down on handle bars and seats awaiting chain repairs by big brother. Our dog Buddy sniffing a large Rooster with iridescent tail feathers. The hand dug outline of what we hope will be a small trout pond.

Baby bunnies with enormous cotton tails, timidly popping in and out of their warren under a bush we didn't trim so they could be left to grow in peace. A mother quail apparently on a food run while she is hatching her eggs before she is startled by the territorial rooster and runs away. I'll be happy when we see all the baby quail bumping along behind their mothers, with their head feathers a little bit too big for their tiny frames.

I hope you feel better soon Frances.
hugs from the farm
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thinking of your situation, frances, and reminded, this too will pass.i hope you are recovering, and perhaps, they will even have given you a room with a view.... :)

 :dancing-banana:No such luck!:thinking:
I see a steel and tarpaper roof, metal stairs, various chimneys and ventilation ducts, the roofs of several buildings, a gray sky.  But it's better than no view at all!  I have the bed by the window.  My two roomies see the door, part of hallway, divider curtains, vintage 1985!