I have a thing for dreary days. Give me gray skies, a steady storm, that cold scent of rain, and I’m happy. The unseasonably wet late summer we’ve had here in Kansas City has been my perfect weather. A happy do over for the always too short spring rains. There has been a lot of drinking coffee on the porch and lazy afternoons going on around here.
This is what the view from my porch has looked like lately…
No, that gorgeous brick number isn’t my house. But I get to look at it every day, so that’s something, right?
Of course today, the day I’m writing, it’s all blinding sunshine and high temps outside. But the day I took these pictures, the rain poured for hours, and then…
…that magical soft light that only comes out after a hard rain appeared.
That fellow is my sweet boyfriend who recently injured his knee. Hence all of the porch sitting and lazy afternoons we’ve had lately.
I thought that I should finally show some pictures of my neighborhood because there might be some changes coming for me soon, hint, hint. The skinny houses, Virgin Mary statues and red, white and green-striped fire hydrants of this area hail back to its roots as little Italy in the early 1900s. For my quirky love of old houses and places with character, I couldn’t think of an area better suited to spend my first two years in Kansas City.
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