My Back Yard

When Mack was alive, he liked to be outside, and we used to live in my backyard.  I have retreated from the backyard, for no particular reason, but realize that I can once again enjoy being in my backyard.  I need to do that.  

The reality is that my neighborhood has changed, and I do not feel as safe in my backyard as I once did, in the later hours.  And, when Mack was alive, he alerted me to any changes he perceived that might have signaled danger.  I miss Mack.