When my oldest, Jimi, was 13 months old we moved into a nice house with a nice school. The yard was lovely, and the house backed up to the soccer fields and a grassy berm, covered with a mixture of foliage.
In our yard, we had Norwegian Pines, varieties of Blue Spruce, Lilac trees, and other lovely plants and bushes. Seasonally, I loved to look out the window. I would hug my trees, listen to the birds, and I would sit on the porch hammock and watch the bats and fireflies. My second born Jasper would hang there with me, and we would watch the birds at dusk, fly across the yard and ready for the night. Then the bats would emerge and keep the mosquito population down.