This morning my husband picked me a flower. An azalea from our quaint and deliciously-in-bloom back yard. As we countdown this final week in our home (which is slowly turning into a house), I am finding myself becoming more and more emotional.
So here is the first of seven things that I will miss most about our uptown home.
Azaleas in the spring.
Shortly after moving in, my husband took on the project of converting approximately 200 square feet into a tranquil space for us. Watching what he has planted grow over the years has been magnificent. I am so thankful for him, and love his passion for the earth and our yard.
Seven days and nights to go…