We found our home last August right before heading to the lake for a few days. As we drove around on the boat, I kept picturing the gorgeous flowers, the kids playing in that yard, me working on that deck. When we got back home, we put in an offer immediately. We moved in in October and all winter long I waited to find out what spring flowers were hiding beneath the snow. March arrived and our street blossomed with daffodils and crocuses, my flower beds still brown. It turns out that the previous owners only planted a summer garden, so while I plan on fixing that this fall, I’m happy to finally be enjoying our summer harvest of daisies and phlox, hydrangeas and tall grasses.
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