fall in our neighborhood.

I sat curled up on the sofa this afternoon with a cup of decaf coffee, and was suddenly transfixed by the riot of color outside our window. Judah and Amie went on a walk with me to try and capture some of it.

I love our neighborhood.

I loved it over six years ago when we bought our house and moved in, and I love it even more today. It’s why David and I have gone to such great trouble to expand and renovate our house; we don’t want to live in any other neighborhood, or on any other street.

We love the shady quiet of our street. We love that our big kids can walk down the street and around two corners to their grandparents’ house. We love the mismatch of older homes, even the quirky ones. We love knowing many of our neighbors. We love being four minutes’ drive from the church, and five minutes from downtown.

It feels good to be rooted in, to be helping make a part of our city thrive.