Don't say I didn't warn you.
Life at my house isn't super pretty. It IS a construction zone.
We're constructing a deck.
And cleaning up after the tree fell on our house.
And thanking God no one, and really nothing, was hurt.
We're celebrating birthdays and enjoying good food.
And overlooking pretty much all minor messes.
As in more minor than torn off decks and fallen trees. All of those.
I still kinda love this tree.
But its days are numbered.
that even after a vacation, even when it's not pretty, there really is no place like home!
What do you find endearing about the place you call home?