I married a real estate junkie…

A little tease. But maybe?

I went down to Florida last week to oversee the closing of a permit and the startup of our new generator. I was also checking on the progress of our pool restoration. While I was away, my husband was perusing Zillow. This is ALWAYS dangerous. Can’t leave that man alone with waterfront listings.

We have wanted to be on the water our entire married life. We had a few lucky years on Fire Island with a difficult to get to cottage. As we age, difficult to get to cottages don’t cut it anymore. And truthfully, we want that lifestyle regularly, not just odd weekends. When we chose Cove House, it was the closest we could find near the water that would work for the plan of my daughter and son in law sharing our home during the pandemic.

That plan shifted as our daughter made a great career move! But it meant she would stay put in their home in Westchester County. So we decided to stay in the Cove House despite its very large size. And we have been loving it. But the call of waterfront living has often raised its seductive siren call over the last two years. We have gone to look at properties a few times since moving here. Each time, the property in question either didn’t quite meet our criteria or the sale just didn’t happen.

So here I am, home from Florida, actually indulging my husband’s latest foray into the real estate listings. And I’m not so surprised or stressed about yet another move. Even as I am doing work inside and outside our home! And we have literally checked out a house on the Great South Bay of Long Island. Twice. I have to say, we are seriously considering the move.

Aside from the waterfront opportunity, this house is quite our type as it’s a shingle style house. ( I’m a real sucker for a cedar shake house). This a real coastal house, somewhat smaller that the Cove House with less yard to care for. But with great amenities including a bulkhead for a boat. That’s a real bonus. We’ve often fantasized about getting a small one. And the kayaking and paddle board opportunities abound as well.

The layout of the house flows well for entertaining and the kitchen is rather super. There are fireplaces. One is wood burning! Yay! The gardens are beautiful. And of a size that I can manage. there’s a potting shed and a raised vegetable and herb garden. The fencing is in place for the dogs. The existing landscaping has been well tended. Add an easier commute for my husband, who has never truly retired, close proximity to friends and family, and access to Robert Moses, Jones Beach, and Fire Island and suddenly, I am strongly tempted.

There are many pros and cons to be weighed before this could happen. But we are talking. Which means I’m going to be reassessing the title and intent of this blog. I guess the quest for the forever home isn’t quite over yet.

Some before and after

I will do this from time to time. It’s nice to document progress.

Parking courtyard before. The grass refused to thrive, it either flooded or burned.
A slightly different angle after.
Just after the pea gravel was laid. The hedge is a future project.
Hard scape done. The gardens are a continual work in progress.
The entrance is definitely beginning to look like my vision.

Garden gifts

Been absent a bit this week. We were settling in, unwinding, doing minor repairs and the like. We had great weather up until last night. I’m already working in the garden. Tomorrow I will share my brand new lavender hedge.

Today I realized the azaleas are fading. The Siberian irises had a gorgeous flush. So happy I got to see them for the first time. I only have a few peonies. I definitely have to plant more this fall. They are nearly done. The nepeta is shining, keeping the local bees happy and the Russian sage is just a few days away from the first bloom.

I went out to the nursery for more lavender. I will devote a post to my driveway garden in the next few days. That may be the most complete of my beds. But are they ever complete? Even as I fill in blank spots, my mind is racing towards the later season plantings. I’m craving an Autumn clematis to climb up the corner of stone wall by the garages. But it’s spring, so I will try hard to stay focused.

As I brewed my afternoon tea, I clipped a few remaining spring flowers. They will all be gone in a few days, alas. So happy nepeta blooms all summer.

The last of the peonies and Siberian iris.
A few sprigs of nepeta visit the silk hydrangea and my kitchen horse.

Bought myself a new shovel today. Gardening recommences tomorrow morning. I saw a few buds on some other plants and bushes. My two apples, my pear, and my peach are absolutely laden with fruit. The squirrels always get the peaches and pears before they even ripen. But my apple trees usually gift me in September.

Most important! The hydrangeas are budding.

Design Vignettes

I’m an avid Pinterest user. I am on nearly everyday saving inspirations, vignettes, and plain old stuff! While I do still save dressage related images, in recent years I have really used the site to hone my interior design, architectural, and lifestyle tastes. There are thousands of pictures on dozens of boards. I think I’m more organized on that site than on my phone. Which impresses me. That said, I really should edit, archive, and delete more often.

While my home style has loosened and grown more eclectic over the years I have remained true to my traditional, classic roots. I still prefer English country house and Cape Cod coastal styles. Southern maximalism weaves through but I’m a Yankee at heart. I have a few boards that groan with saves. “New York and New England Aesthetic” probably has the most stuff. But “Cove House”, “Kitchen Inspirations”, and my “What if I lived in…” series are close seconds ( especially Nantucket).

I’ve learned a lot about architecture thanks to Pinterest. Patrick Ahearn and Gil Schafer are favorites. The shingle style of Robert Stern is another. Indoors, the designers are too numerous to mention.

I love my Design Vignettes board. The choices are more eclectic. They reflect mood as much as style. I wish I could figure out how to import photos from my site over here. In the meantime, I will hit my phone and share some vignettes over the years that I have taken myself.

Food always recurs. West Palm Beach kitchen.
Fireside.
Living room bookcase at Christmas.
Ordinary Kitchen arrangements. How to make the functional pretty really matters.
Long views.
Table Settings. In this case, brunch at Bella Blu Farm.
Cookbooks in the Bella Blu Farm kitchen.
Food Again.
Library in Garden City.
Master bedroom looking out to the Sound. Cove House.
A favorite! The dining room in Waccabuc set for company. Photo:Jenna Valente.
Cooking in the Cove House kitchen.
The bar at Waccabuc.
Kitchen Desk at Cove House. Subject to change daily!

That’s it for today. We are still foot tapping Florida, looking forward to going back to our beloved New York.

Sunday morning

Strangely, for people who like to move as often as we do, we have some rituals and traditions that have endured through the years. One is bagels and the New York Times on Sunday mornings.

We never went in for the Sunday dinner with the family route. Not that we haven’t done this. It simply never became a weekly thing. When my in laws were still alive we usually did Thursday nights with them. My parents lived too far away to establish a routine. But some how bagels and the Sunday Times has endured since the beginning of our marriage. And I miss the bagels when our Sundays are disrupted by other plans.

Waiting for me this morning in Florida.

I went digging through my thousands of disorganized photos taking up insane space on my phone. Not ONE of Sunday morning. Cakes, caprese, turkeys, homemade croissants, pies, table settings, holidays, birthdays…no bagels. Proof that our ordinary customs aren’t being honored sufficiently. I hearby promise, Sunday breakfast photos will be offered once we are back in New York.

Time to glorify the routine elements of life!

Cove House kitchen, ready for breakfast.