I can remember every house we put an offer on when we moved to Arizona and I couldn't be more grateful that every single one of them fell through for one reason or another - except the house that Steve refused at first because of the wall to wall mauve carpet - that's the house that was meant for us. And our neighbors and neighborhood are just right for us. It feels good.
Can you see those awful dirty feet...that's what is in store for us for the next several months. Bring on the dirty flip flops!
I used to say I love summer nights like this - but in Arizona we love our spring/fall nights just like this!
Previous years here and here.
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