The 3 entrances to a Maine home.

The Front Yard: This one is well maintained and pretty looking to distract the solicitors. This door is never answered.

The Back Yard: This door is guarded by a mythical man eating moose.

The Dooryard: This is where friends and family instinctive know where to enter. It's guarded by a loud matriarch. Usually found between the house and garage.

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LeopoldBloom · M

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d

Jessmari · 46-50

@LeopoldBloom I used to pick a few lilacs for my mom in hopes of staving off whatever potential trouble I got in as a kid lol

LeopoldBloom · M

@Jessmari It's a poem by Walt Whitman.

Jessmari · 46-50

@LeopoldBloom I figured it was something like that.