And they’re OFF!
It didn’t take long before the spring really took hold and the sun came out to embrace us in hope, warmth and anticipation. What else had our master gardener planted in the years that she lived in this sweet house? We understand that she choreographed her blossoms to pop up one after the other so that when one flower faded away until the next year a new bloom would jump up to take over. It’s like slow motion fireworks!
I will try to load up as many pictures as I can to the photo galleries listed under “Location x3” on the right side of the page. There are so many that I don’t have enough room here!
Gettin’ revved up!
Through mutual friends we knew the man selling the house. We talked with him when trying to figure out a deal. I suppose it went as smoothly as it could when dealing with a national financial crisis that messed up our loan deal about three times, a real estate agent (not ours…) that seemed to have issues with not showing the house after a bid was put in and trying to scour all possible places for some extra cash. Somehow we managed. And we haven’t regretted one instant of it.
The man’s ex-wife was a master gardener. And I mean MASTER! When spring rolled around, or pre-spring, we started getting little presents all over the garden. The snowdrops started the parade with crocus and an unidentified purple-ish flower.
And the garden was such a mess and needed loads of TLC. The winter had been bitterly cold at times and came on so quickly that we didn’t have time to clean up and prepare as much as we wanted to.
But it didn’t seem to matter whether we cleaned up or not. Spring was coming on fast, with new treasures popping up every day! And the clean-up that we did manage (mostly due to Ian and his amazing focus!) made the garden breathe an almost audible sigh of relief. For so long it had gone neglected. We had arrived to rescue.
Love at First Snoop!
Last summer I finally said to Ian, “I want to see that house that everyone has been talking about.” He and a friend had been to see it that day and he didn’t say too much about it except that it was cute… After picking up some things at the store we drove to the house. Picture this: a dead end street just blocks from where I grew up (for 18 years) and yet I had never seen this big grove of trees or those flowers or that – oh my God! As we turned the corner into the driveway the house was revealed to us on the right. A sweet, little Victorian style house with loads of flowers and… well it was just a huge surprise! I jumped out of the car and looked in all the windows, looked in the backyard… I fell in love. I can’t quite describe the feeling.
Three other couples that we know had looked at and went so far as to put in offers. But things came up. The house isn’t extremely friendly to children (two couples had children and one couple were the grandparents of one of the other couples…whew), it would need a ton of work on the outside, it needed a bit of work on the inside too. There were also politics going on that got in the way.
After looking at the house that day I went to a yoga class and could NOT get it out of my head. By the time I went home I had a proposition for Ian: what if we were to buy the house? He gave me a look. He had been wanting to buy a house because he was so frustrated with giving someone else money that he would never see again and we were both tired of living in duplexes. “So now you want to buy a house… but only if it’s that house?” “Yep.” We chewed over the idea. It’s only money, I told him. HA! But somewhere I was ab-so-lute-ly positive that we were going to get that house. Call it a gut feeling.
Drumrollllll! So here is the little house!
The wedding will be taking place at our new house… well, new to us as of late October or so. The house has an amazing history and beautiful grounds. We fell in love with it right away and have only grown to love it more and more. We can’t wait to share it with everyone!