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My husband grew up in Vermont’s Green Mountains with a view of Snowcats grooming ski trails. I was raised in a modest Boston suburb where I would pick white lilacs from my bedroom window and play tag on a decent-sized, but un-watered lawn that, thanks to the summer sun, would crunch under my feet like potato sticks.
But when it came time to buy our first home, my husband Brien and I found ourselves looking in neighborhoods named Apple and Pear Tree in a world away from leaf-peeping, ski-country New England – the Las Vegas desert.