Shrubland

When we moved into our cozy little home I had no idea just how much I was capable of loving a house. I knew that this was the house for us from the moment I stepped through the front door. While it is far from perfection I find myself never wanting to leave. I know the day will come where we might need more space or need to move to a different location all together but I just can't imagine leaving.

The list of things I love about this house include the homey feel it posses. Though it has less square feet than our last place the vaulted ceilings that soar in every room make it feel open. Everything is on one floor. We live in a wonderful neighborhood with friendly and welcoming neighbors who are quickly becoming friends. There is a park right behind our house that our two hairy children love to visit. Oh and I have a large kitchen.

Of course, there are the things I could change, the outdated early 90's light fixtures, the sterile white walls, the old carpet that becomes more and more disgusting with every doggie paw that steps into our home, then there was Shrubland.


While I directed, no grunt work for me and baby, Mike so willingly ripped all 13 shrubs that shrouded the front of my perfect little home. I hated every single one of them. I would open the door and felt like I wasn't a part of the neighborhood. That and then the sprinklers couldn't water because all they could do was hit shrubs. Leading to an infestation of every type of moss known to the greater Spokane area. Slowly but surly every shrub came out and while it is still a work in progress slowly but surly new things are being carefully put into their place. I call it my adventure garden. It is still undergoing work so it might look a little bare but we will get there. Imagine plantings and window boxes.