The annual Georgetown garden walk is exactly what it sounds like – people park, walk, and get an open invitation to all the well-kept/OCD-ish gardens. We aren’t on the tour, go figure.
Ok, it’s kind of a big thing around the neighborhood because it brings so many people in. They are great patrons of the restaurants – and the bars that the neighborhood is known for, of course. Some of the local businesses even set up displays, demonstrations, and pop-up shops.
To us, however, it just means we can’t park near our own house. We now hold the distinguished honor of being the, “oh, THAT house.” If anyone needs to give directions to people in the neighborhood, I’m sure they start out with, “blah south, blah left, and if you see the big, shiny house, you know you’re almost there.”
Our house still has the tin-foil-monstrosity-look it had since the first week of July when the contractor discovered the wrong material was on-site. It is now mid-August: some of the siding is on, some of the trim is on, and the windows have been framed out. Woo. Freaking. Hoo.
Back to the Georgetown Garden Walk… During any given week, we color with crayons or markers at least 10 times. She just loves it and we get to learn shapes, animals, numbers, new words, you name it! Daddy was working with power tools so I thought to have a coloring activity for Danger because I could control where her little body was at all times. Then I thought, we currently live in a big, shiny, blank palette… Why wouldn’t we color the silver house wrap?
She had a blast:
Those big, black chevron marks were not our doing, but the flowers do give us a bit more curb appeal, don’t ya think?
As nice as it is, I cannot wait until the re-siding is done!
This was shared (in a different way) on Google+ by Sarah Nenni-Daher.
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