Honestly this story is going to be an extremely boring one — because it’s about “our own backyard”.
I’ve lived in this home for two years and I’ve never sat in the garden on the side of my back door.
How could it be?
Today I know why.
There was no table and no chair.
Yesterday my boys moved a table — an old school desk — and I put a white tablecloth on it and moved a chair that was always there next to it.
Suddenly it was a place.
I place a coffee cup a phone a siddur on it.
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