Some Saturdays don’t ask much. A little sun, a handful of flowers, a pitcher of something cold. The rest takes care of itself.
At this sweet Sandy home, the backyard knows how to show up for days like this. A brand-new deck makes the perfect landing spot—close to the kitchen, just far enough from the swing set to let the squeals run wild. The kids invited their friends. The flowers got planted (mostly). Someone found the good speaker, someone else passed around cookies.
It’s not fancy. It’s just easy.
The grass is soft, the fruit trees are blooming, and the space makes room for it all—bare feet, bright petals, a dozen lemonade refills, and the kind of laughter that lingers long after the sun dips low.
If home is a feeling, this might be it.