Wednesday, August 24, 2011
one of the many things i am enjoying about having a baby is the tiny rituals that we've developed. for the past couple of weeks, when ingrid gets fussy, i like to put her in the baby bjorn or the moby and go for a walk around the block. usually by the time we've completed our little circuit through the neighborhood she's calm and chilled out.
want to come on a walk with us?
first we head down our street, toward the park. we live on a dead end, making things mostly quiet and super lovely. and there's lots of trees. we love trees.
we pass by the cooper's house, where the dogs come out to the porch to bark their hellos. say hi to scout, stella and rudy!
there are some amazing gardens on our street. i particularly like this planter in jenn and george's garden.
at the end of the street we turn down the path, which traverses the southernmost border of the park.
we only take the path for a short while, because we usually turn up 17th.
right now this house is being renovated. it was formerly occupied by a very elderly gentleman who is now in an assisted living facility. but that's a sad story for another day. the happy part of that story is that his house is being fixed up and restored to what i assume was its former loveliness.
there is a bench in the front yard that i have been eyeing for a while. i wonder if they would sell it to me? would it be terrible to ask? wouldn't it be the sweetest with a fresh coat of paint and some hand-sewn cushions?
also on 17th is the ruin. someone actually does live here. yikes. sometimes i think 17th is the bizzaro version of our street.
and here is a stump that has been festooned with the strangest, most wonderful art.
but, alas, it appears there is a thief roaming our streets. at least the trollbooth authority has a sense of humor.
at the end of 17th we turn onto the boulevard. it is my most humble opinion that every street should be a boulevard. because, obviously, that means more trees!
i don't know who lives here, but i've always adored this house. perhaps it's the cheerful yellow color or the cozy chairs on the front porch. maybe i'll introduce myself to the owners one day and angle for an invitation to sit in one of those fantastic chairs.
then we turn back down our street. the house on the corner was recently fixed up, and i believe it is made up of individual apartments. i just love the trees that seem to envelope the house.
chris and alice's lilies smell amazing right now. if the breeze is blowing in just the right way when you walk by it is absolutely intoxicating. (and that hydrangea isn't too shabby, either!)
when i walk into our yard i always take time to stop and smell the calycanthus. they don't call it sweet bush for nothing. when it's blooming it smells like the richest, sweetest wine, but, unlike the lilies, you've got to get your nose up in there to really appreciate it.
before heading inside i have to admire the happy, bright geraniums on our porch. and, with luck, my little snowdrop is now also happy and bright.
or asleep. i'll also take asleep.