A dusting of snow

Woke up the day after Christmas to a white Sunday.
We thought we moved away from the snow but it followed us.

View from the back porch

 We decided on this house because it feels so private in the back in spite of the close naighbors.

The miniature magnolia tree and the neighborhood

I love that we have this magnolia that I always wanted but never had except in my parents yard in Damascus, Syria when I was growing up. good looks, good smell yum.

And the dust has setteled

We are here. The dream house has sold painlessly to worthy people, and we are settled in our new home, cozier, easier and just right for this stage in our lives.

And this is how it looks now

 It feels like home because we are surrounded by homey things and it is not all white anymore it is colorful like our lives with plants all over.

My favorite space

 I love sitting here where I can see outside and enjoy the Jasmin, citrus and lipstick plants we moved with us.

I am going to like it here with friendly neighbors and clubs as scattered as my interests and above all a very nice communal pottery studio.
Orientation on the 5th yes!!