I'm learning the hard way that puppies and gardens don't really mix. Not that I didn't have a sneaking suspicion before picking up this brown little bundle, it's just that when you know your home is about to be put on public display, you really want it to look its best.
More rain?!? Enough already. My new yard can't absorb much more. With news that the drought has officially been declared "over" due to the highest recorded rainfall in decades, it's comforting to know that we can run our sprinklers once again (although we may not need to for some time). Now can Governor Brown please let the clouds know? While I'm deeply grateful for the abundance of precipitation this year, can I just state for the record that I'm more than ready for a string of WARM, SUNNY DAYS!
My sister's daughters, Anna and Jessie, share nearly everything about their lives with their mother, via Instagram, Snapchat, FaceTime, texting, or an old- fashioned phone call home. My boys, Tristan and Case, on the other hand, remain resolutely silent . . . (maybe it's a chromosome thing).
There's a new man in my life. (Thank goodness.) His name is Phil, and his company is Pawderosa.
Not that I'm trading in my husband after 28 years of wedded bliss (okay, not always bliss, but always laughs), it's just that with the addition of our new puppy, it was definitely time to bring in a professional dog trainer.
From four, to seven, to eleven, to TWENTY(!) available listings last Sunday; that's how our Piedmont market is stacking up. In short, the Spring Market has arrived and it's in full bloom!
On Monday, there wasn't a single worker at my house, nor a truck parked out in front. Ahhh, the sound of silence.. After essentially two years of non-stop renovations, first on the inside and then on the out, I can happily proclaim that we are nearly finished.
"Dear Julie," began the note,"Thanks again for all you've done to help us get to this point. A year ago I couldn't even imagine how to begin to move . . . your knowledge confidence and resources made it all possible for us . . ."
Can I just say how much I truly love such letters?
"Congratulations on your new career," my follow-up email said to my good friend, Heidi, "It's the perfect fit!"
After years of staying at home and seeing her first two kids successfully on to higher education, Heidi returned to school herself and earned her credentials in order to help others navigate the anxiety-filled college journey as well. (Where was she when I needed her?) We had serendipitously run into each other up at Village Market and she proudly flashed her new business card, along with her beautiful smile. (Both made my day.)
Admittedly, it's no secret to those who know me - I'm a serial renovator (and proud of it). Until our previous home in Piedmont, Cliff and I hadn't lived in a house for more than four years. We'd typically buy a "fixer" and once "fixed," would turn around and sell it in order to purchase the next and pay off the liens. (They haven't yet invented the 12-step program for remodelers, but when they do, no doubt my husband will be signing me up!)
Julie Gardner, referred to as, "the pulse of Piedmont," has been writing The Piedmont Perspective for 9 years.