I’m not hopping any fences, yet, but watching all the different yards bloom is one of the best things about moving into a new place. Everything was covered in snow when I moved in, so it’s magical to see all the different flowers pop up in the neighbors’ yards. One neighbor has a gorgeous plum tree that looks like a giant pink flame right now, another has a huge circular bed of tulips. The neighbor to the west of me has these Seuss-ian white flowers growing under a giant pine tree.
This is my Christmas.