Spring Promise

So in January we moved into a new home in a new neighborhood.  A nearly 100 year old house in a quirky urban residential Seattle sanctuary.  Like most places here it had an overgrown, almost indistinguishable, assortment of dormant greenery that hinted of some long past intention.  Actually it looked as if someone stood on … More Spring Promise

The right question

The face of my neighborhood changes every single day.  From nearly any vantage point, at least one that is not obscured by the dozens of new buildings already erected, you could count up to a dozen cranes towering over their own personal piles of concrete and steel.  There is a daily shell game of which … More The right question