We Just Sold My Childhood Home

An early summer night’s view from my window in Lewisburg.

I guess it wasn’t technically my childhood home. I was brought up first in Scottsdale, Arizona, and I did love it there. Even if one day I forget everything else, I’m certain I’ll always remember the white and black tiled floors and the how the garden shed smelled like play-doh. Any real reminiscing about that house is usually to do with the trees. We had planted a small “orchard” where we grew citrus, some stone fruits, and apples…