Two years after moving in, our house is starting to look and feel more like us. Sydney ripped out the yews that covered the windows and put in garden beds early on. I’ve painted the inside walls inside green, blue, and purple, as schedules allowed. This spring, Sydney did something with the flat square of lawn in the middle of our front yard, and throughout July we’ve been tackling the front porch. He’s built, and I’ve painted. It’s feeling much more like us. I’m sure our neighbors are a bit confused by our seemingly random bursts of energy, but they may not be used to people who live by the academic calendar. We have two weeks until school starts, when everything will slow way down.
The front of the house now: