Barring temperatures of over a hundred or below forty degrees the patio is by far the most pleasant place in the house. Traffic is relatively quiet. Birdsong is louder by far. It sounds like a jungle sometimes. There are 30 or forty birds in the tree behind the house. They make a ruckus for a while and then move on to another tree. The whole yard is full of life and I just love it. The bees that creep some people out. The fish in the ponds, birds in the trees, the cats haunting the scrubbery and Spud trundling about. The butterflys flitting about. I just can’t think of anyplace better.