I grew up in the suburbs. It's quiet on this block. There are lots of coffee shops, theaters and stores nearby. I was sold on it when I went to look out the back deck and saw this:
It's on a golf course. We don't golf. I don't care. I just wanted to look out on something nearly as pretty as my own pastures were.
When winter was coming, this year:
Our house is on the far right looking out from the snowman.
And we live very near the Minnesota Landscape Arboretum, where I walk 3-4 times a week:
That's Dear Husband, who is doing very well, these days.
It's an easier life. I take art classes, do genealogy, visit museums and friends, take care of my mom a bit and do what needs doing. But I surely miss this:
