Having moved into this house in mid-August, we’re discovering certain unnoticed “features” of our home as we enter new seasons. Like how bloody cold the mud room is in the dead of winter. But this morning, I awoke to a rather surprising sight. Overnight, the trees in front of our house bloomed with new flowers, making what seemed to be ordinary budding trees into something a little more spectacular. I’m sure in a few days the petals will drop onto the sidewalk and make for a nice slimy mess, but right now it adds some pause-inducing aesthetic (and fragrance) to our otherwise uninspiring front walk.
Babe, sorry you’re missing out… (she’s in Chicago this week)