Yes. We’re still here. I just haven’t been writing anything. Home buying has been stressful, thrilling, joyful, scary, overwhelming… I haven’t been up to documenting the journey. As soon as those keys are in our hand pictures of our beautiful new home and the happy homeowners will be up and I’ll be typing away. In the mean time we are living in a jungle of cardboard boxes for just a few more days.
Owen is with his grandparents in Maryland during the move. Don and I did some night photography around what will soon be our old neighborhood. We’ve loved living in Church Hill. And we’ll miss brick sidewalks, parks, our proximity to downtown… and I’ll miss having Poe’s blocks away from my front door. But we can’t wait to introduce you to Colonial Heights and Petersburg (Believe it or not Richmonders, they are both charming).
Fountain. Libby Hill Terrace Park.
Go here for Sunday brunch. You'll thank me later.
My neighborhood pub. I love it even though they took #9 off tap.
Green. Yellow. Red.
Spirits and Coffee.
Spirits and Coffee II.
Who knew there were that many Irish organizations, dance groups and bag pipers in the city?! I did not. The parade was great! Sadly, I worked all day so I missed the hoopla. Guinness and Harp right out my front door… and me on the other side of the river. Go figure.
Here are some photos from the parade Saturday morning. Don got some shots of the crowd later in the day. Apparently it was record breaking turn out for the Church Hill Irish Festival . Don could hear the announcer clearly…the main stage was also right out our front window… man it would’ve been a good day for a party.
St. Patrick himself.
Keeping the peace - in knee socks.
If you're Irish, St. Patty's is no joke.
Welsh Society of Fredricksburg.
Bagpipes and kilts? Extremely Irish. Fried Oreoes and cheese fries? Not so much.
Princess St. Patrick pouting before work.
24th Festival. 10 AM. before parade.
24th Festival. Approx 1:45.
My lucky little Leprechaun.
This weather is unbelievable! Owen and I played at Patrick Henry park across the street all day Wednesday. He got to sit in the firetrucks again and we kicked a ball around, ran around like maniacs and blew bubbles (Gazillion Bubbles are the best!). We met Henry and Girly-girl (2 dogs) and their human Mary. Then we walked to Captain Buzzy’s and split an applesauce scone. I just love Church Hill. It is such a friendly/awesome neighborhood. I’ve decided to start doing regular blogs highlighting some of my favorite features. The warm, at-home-feeling I have here is hard to put into words though.
Yesterday Owen and I went to Chimborazo playground. Leo (3) and his mom Joan came over to play (they live right across the street). Leo and Owen went nuts tackling each other and diving into the leaves. Joan also works part time and our boys got along really well so we are planning to get together again on Tuesday.
Saturday my friends partner John watched Owen for us while Don and I both worked. Their son Kai is five. A family friend brought their kindergartner over to play and Owen had a blast. John said he kept up with the big kids like a champ! They were outside all day. I know it’s February, but I’m going to be so sad when it gets cold again. We’ve been spoiled.
Normally I like to clean/pick-up in the morning so I can have the peace of mind that our house is clean and THEN go outside. It’s been so beautiful that I’ve turned over a new leaf. The vacuum cleaner can wait. Folded laundry is not that important when it’s 65 degrees outside in February!
Owen got to sit in one of the fire trucks at the fire station. (Picture quality is not great. I only had my cell phone on me). We took a walk down Broad St. and met Blaze and his talking parrot Priscilla enjoying the gorgeous February weather on their front porch. After dinner we walked over to “Just Like Heaven” for a scoop of the best ice cream on the planet. It was a good day.