Thirteen years ago we fixed up a cute little cottage in Dallas, some thought would be a tear down. (Hey, Hon! We live in a Tear Down! )
Now, it seems like we lived in a tear-down.
Seems like we did! Our perfect little empty nest changed hands again and was bull-dozed; from the debris, emerged a McMansion, just like the ones . . . that frequently garnered my distain.
Sigh. Yet another sign of the times that boggles my mind.
Who put a “stop payment” on my reality check? ~Author unknown
Why, when a plot of ground, albeit it modest, offers room for flower beds, grass, and trees, would a builder consume its whole?
Can we say MONEY?!
Did they keep the crepe myrtles, grand tutors that they were?
Or the roses: the bevy of beauties that reminded me of our grandchildren, and taught other life lessons? (Gardens and Grandchildren )
I sure will miss that little brown house — especially remembering when our kids brought their kids to visit; or, when family and friends came for dinner and a movie.
The good news, is we still have family, friends who visit; a roof over our heads; power and clean water — and a few flower beds in which to putter and learn a few more of life’s lessons.