A few Sundays ago we ventured to a more historic spot and had a bit of a walk -- we'd discovered a little neighborhood packed to the brim with unique homes of various styles, and decided it warranted closer inspection.
Such a lovely, lovely day. Flowers blooming at every turn.
So much ivy! I remember seeing ivy in Florida, but the profusion of it here is really quite magnificent.
Some of the homes were amazing -- I loved that several of them had "doors within doors," like the one below. I'm still not quite sure of the purpose of having two sets of fronts doors, but it's charming!
Little Man and Rosa were quite find of the local footbridge -- Laddie also had a lovely time studying the backs of his eyelids while ensconced in the Bugaboo. Too bad he's still too young to appreciate or remember our time here!
One of the best things was peeking into the little courtyards and glades dotted around the neighborhood -- though I do always feel awkward taking pictures, as it must look like I'm casing the joint!
It's hydrangea season now, and I'm loving the variety of colors and species. Hydrangeas have long been a favorite of mine.
Stella D'oro lilies always remind me of my father, because he planted them in front of our house years ago. I do love that flowers can carry such associations -- not only are they beautiful, but they also evoke memories.
The trees have been quite creative in making space for themselves, resorting to unique root patterns wherever they can fit them in. The whole neighborhood was shaded with mature trees.
As we walked along, we were greeted by various people -- some on their front porches, some in their yards. A little cluster of neighbors had gathered on the sidewalk and were chatting as we passed by. "Oh, you left your dish at my house last night!" said someone. Visions of neighborly dinner parties flitted through my mind, leaving a most pleasing sensation.
We didn't quite finish exploring, so we'll be back another time. And perhaps a time after that, too.