
Yesterday as we drove away from Balboa Park, we drove by our old house, which is only three miles from the park by road but only a mile away "as the crow flies." Quite often we could hear the park's bell tower chiming away from our front yard.
We spent ten years restoring this 1914 Craftsman, and this is where we brought home all four of our babies. Keith did such a wonderful restoration job: matching new oak floors to match 50-year-old floors in the front of the home (I miss wood floors!), adding a new master bedroom and bath, totally gutting and restoring the kitchen (oh, how I miss that stunning kitchen!). I had planted some of the flowers in the yard here, but most were planted by the new owners (second owners after ourselves). We were surprised to see T's old tire swing, a gift for his third birthday nine years ago, still hanging from the branches of the camphor tree in the front yard.
The newest owners also repainted the home from the gray, white, and burgundy we had it to the bright colors you see here. As we were painting the house in order to sell it, we didn't dare paint it so colorfully, but Keith and I both really like it, even though our former neighbors HATE the new paint job. What do you think?