Friday, April 1, 2016

A walk through West Philly

I gripe about my neighborhood occasionally -- the students, the corner bars, the closeness of the other houses, the lack of sufficient dirt to play in, the rules against chickens -- but then spring comes and I go outside and I forget all that.

I live in a pretty place.  Quirky, but pretty, especially when everything starts blooming after a long season of gray.


Rhonda Buss said...

The tulips are so pretty. Mine aren't up yet. Just the crocuses.

giannahorse said...

I remember seeing that car in the neighborhood and I moved out in 2004!!