We had the good fortune of moving into a house where the space across the street has been transformed into a National Memorial - Hamilton Grange. The house of Alexander Hamilton was originally completed in 1802 - shortly before his death by duel in 1804 (poor guy, didn't get a chance to enjoy it at all - we promise to, in his honor). After 3 years of renovation and a total relocation of the house, the memorial will open again in September. Before it was moved here, the house was squashed between a church and a building up the street, with no space and stripped of most of the restored exterior detail/terraces which have now been re-affixed to the home.
Also from our roof is a view of our little garden. My brother Stephen had the brilliant idea of planting white impatiens in the circular bed and they are now a perfect orb of green and white - a hovering halo in the backyard.
Here is lovely Marguerite demonstrating the dimensions of the house out front. She and I took a walk over there and she bent down to collect every acorn in "Mr. Washington's" yard (she is mostly French at this point, so I can't expect her to distinguish all the Founding Fathers without a bit more time in the USA).
