I still remember the spring when a paper bunny taped to our storm door survived three rainstorms and two soccer practices and somehow felt like proof that small care can change a whole week. Between packing lunches, shuttle runs, and trading recipes with our next-door neighbor, I’ve found that a few thoughtful touches outside the house turn hurried afternoons into memories. My two kids, ages nine and eleven, love rearranging planters and arguing over which pastel ribbon looks best, and those little rituals are part of what makes our curb appeal feel like home. Over the years I learned to…