Tattoos, Neighbors and Garden

The great thing about going from transitional living to a new house is that most of our stuff was in storage, so getting moved in means rediscovering boxes and boxes of treasures. Among these, Gwenna found her forest tattoos from her uncle Desmond. It's not often they make tattoos that kids and parents both love... 

We met our neighbors on the left, a quiet small Hispanic family with a three year old girl named Emily. They are very sweet  but Emily and Gwenna have been a bit shy, so instead of playing, they just peer through the fence at each other. 

On our other side is a neighbor who I think we will love forever. Her name is Rose, a sweet and sassy middle aged Italian grandma. Besides being a thrifting kindred spirit, she is full of stories and the neighborhood know- I look forward to sharing some of her tales! She thrifted these old children's magazines for Gwenna. 

The Garden. As I have said, I didn't inherit my moms green thumb and love of gardening, but I am excited to try. I love the patch of dirt for the girls to "help" with. And the huge volume of lavender is amazing because it makes it look like I almost know what I am doing! 

Here is a complimentary picture of my nephew London(: