In my Neighborhood, In my Neigh-bor-hood

So the competition is over. I am currently sitting in my house, after a very long and much needed nights (and mid mornings) rest, impatiently waiting for it to be 3:00 so I can leave for the awards reception that begins at 4:00. Don't worry, I'll let you all know how we did later tonight.

I have done all sorts of things to keep myself busy and my mind occupied that I haven't done in about a month. . . I mentioned sleep, homework (what a novel idea,) I'm blogging, and I even took a short little walk and at Bells' prompting took along my camera. So as I have no knitting content to share (do I even remember how to knit at this point. . . checking. . . oh yes, we'll get to that in a few days) I thought I'd jump on the "Show me your neighborhood" train.

I happen to live (in my opinion) in one of the most beautiful places on earth, and while my immediate neighborhood might not be the VERY best example of this, there is still much that is lovely and of good report. (A little nod to my Mormon friends out there.)




This is the front of my house, which is actually the back of my house- weird I know, but that's how it goes. I live in the middle one.



You approach through the alley way.



There is a beautiful pot full of pansies to greet you at my front door.



There are also two Mini Japanese Maples growing on either side of the drive way. I just love these little trees. They are the most intense color and a still photograph does no justice to the dance they perform when the breeze passes through.



When I first moved here, and even now, when I think of it, I am amazed at the height of the trees here. Yes, those are the roofs of houses you see near the bottom of the photograph. I can look out the window on the third story of my house and still have to strain my neck to see the tops of these giants.



After all this plant life, it may surprise you to know that I do actually live right in the middle of a city. This is about a block and a half from my house.



Despite the rumors, we do actually have blue skies in Seattle.



But the plentiful rain is welcome as it makes all this beauty grow. This weed, which I believe is called something highly uninspired, like Yellow Bush, abounds here. If you are going to have weeds, these are the kind to have (just as long as they stay out of my yard!)



Speaking of my yard, it is a small little postage stamp in the city that I am very grateful to have. It has been neglected, like everything else around here for a while, but the rain has coaxed the Hostas from the ground, ever amazing!



And here are my seedlings, hardened and ready to go to the garden, but again, neglected like everything else. Tomorrow I hope.

Well, there you go, that's where I live. Jump on the train. Let's see what it's like in your neck of the woods.