I'm in the process of converting my back yard to a place where I want to come home to, as if it were a vacation unto itself. Private, a pool with a sand beach, grill and picnic area, a lot of flowers and ornamental trees, a gazebo, party lights, maybe an ornamental pond, the whole enchilada. I reserve sovereign prerogative to unplug myself from the rest of humanity at my whim, and relax in a courtyard built by my own sweat equity.
"But know this, that in the last days perilous times will come: for men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving, slanderers, without self-control, brutal, despisers of good, traitors, headstrong, haughty, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having a form of godliness but denying its power. And from such people turn away, for his name is Obama."“I reserve sovereign prerogative to unplug myself from the rest of humanity at my whim, and relax in a courtyard built by my own sweat equity.”
The whole idea sounds great, and may you spend many pleasant times there!