"Hugo, you're going to kill me," I said, "but that fence is too high. Can we bring it down a foot?"
"I built it based on the drawings you gave me," he sweetly replied, pointing to the plans. "Si?"
It's been an extremely arduous journey, but my garden is finally coming together.
Aren't you excited for me? (My long-suffering neighbors certainly are.)
I've got several crews on site laying irrigation, building fences, setting stone, and planting the beds, and all of them, are working morning to dusk to move the project along. (Thank you.)
"Fixer" the description stated in our Brokers' Tour guide on Thursday. "Bring clients with imagination and practical know how."
"Any scary tales to share?" came this week's inquiry from Jordan Gunn at the SF Chronicle who edits the Sunday "Sound Off" column, to which I promptly and glibly replied, "Isn't the market scary enough?" (Why yes it is, as Buyers and Sellers try to quickly adjust to rising sales prices and the shifting sands, but that's another story for another day.)
I have a bad habit of falling asleep before the ending . . .
It wasn't always this way, although, admittedly, I've never really been a night owl, even when I was dancing the night away in my early twenties. (Remember showing up to the club at 10:00 and staying until last call? Those days are long gone.)
This week I received my favorite kind of call from my favorite kind of client.
"Julie, we've decided to sell. How quickly can you get our house on the market?"
The short answer is, "In about three weeks!"
"Should we move?" my clients plaintively asked as we sat in their lovely living room last week. "We need to redo the kitchen, we've got an aging mother who may come to live with us, and now the doorbell is broken!" (Just an observation, but you DO know that there will be a doorbell at the next house, right?)
"Are you up?" I texted my good friend, Laurie. "Feel like a walk around the lake?"
I'd already started the laundry, unloaded the dishwasher, filled out an online survey, paid the bills, and answered my emails, and it was only 5:30 am. Mornings are my thing . . .
I'm back after nearly three weeks of blissfully vacationing in Europe. Our trip began with a gorgeous destination wedding in Barcelona, continued with six glorious nights in Prague, and wrapped up with a stunning bike trip through the Czech Republic countryside and then into Austria where we pedaled along the magical Danube River before completing our journey (perfection)!
At long last, work has begun on the hardscape outside. Eat my dust!
Waiting hasn't been easy. My site looks like a baby Beruit and has for many months now . . . (Apologies to Beruit; my yard is probably much worse.) Who knew getting permits for a garden renovation would prove to be so arduous. (It's been trying, to say the least.)
Julie Gardner, referred to as, "the pulse of Piedmont," has been writing The Piedmont Perspective for 9 years.