A year ago we made an offer on this house. What a wonderful house it is.
The kitchen is bright in the mornings and I love the shelves in the kitchen.
I love it when sweet neighbors stop by.
The basement is the perfect place to find a quiet corner or to build a fort that your mom won’t make you take down right away.
The boys got some new bed coverings from Grandma. Such happy, patriotic colors.
We continue with our home improvement projects:
A water softener,
…paint, electrical work…
… and a paint re-think. I don’t like this parchment color as much as I thought I would.
The flowers out front are taking off. I love my snapdragons. The petunias thrive in their sunny spot.
Our garden is coming along nicely. Richard’s irrigation project and sprinkler repairs have made the yard just beautiful.
Timothy takes special care of our garden and brings us ripe raspberries each day.
I’m thankful that we found this neighborhood and this house. I knew that this was the house I wanted the minute I walked inside.
In June we had a neighborhood party and the previous owners came by. The children who lived here asked if they could come back inside. We had the mother join us. It wasn’t as awkward as I thought it would be. I wanted them to know that their old place is still loved and cared for. I think they saw that.
They shared some of the home’s secrets and the children’s delightful name for the grove of trees with the stone pathway through the periwinkle in our front yard.
The boys hang hammocks from the trees in the backyard and the little boys have found their climbing tree. I look outside and see feet dangling from limbs all of the time.
Trees, grass, flowers, sweet neighbors, a mountain view, four seasons, proximity to extended family and temples are a blessing. The silent air of winter, the mountains clothed in all of their variety, and the familiar honeysuckle summer evenings of my childhood seem to call out to me, “You’re home.”
Happy Independence Day weekend to you!