"You enjoy roses your way, I'll enjoy them mine." He chomped every decorative grass frond, but that's fine.
Snowed Monday morning, glad indeed not to be out on the roads. Got a shovel, doesn't hurt my back. Put up my static sticker on the front window.
A sidelong view, to avoid the bins. Next door is nice, then an apartment. The other side are a couple of duplexes, further a few abandoned properties and one of those sortakinda dead end side streets seen in this area. Across the way more houses, a couple of some kind of half-way house, and another apartment building. It's an odd little neighborhood.
Sun on wood.
Our treasures out and on view, which is lovely.
D played his Martin today, and I had tears in my eyes. Music room, indeed.
6 comments:
It is just so amazing that you took this leap! I am thrilled for you that you have moved into this lovely home and into this admittedly irregular neighbourhood.
It is a good mixture of a neighbourhood.
Good to see Moby being his usual self!
Lovely looking out through that door on the snow.
Sunlight on golden wood, you must be pleased!
Treasures and music and excellent environment ... Hurrah!
I am here again to enjoy your happiness. May the room resonnate to as much music as you can fill it with.
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