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.

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.

The Collies at Cove House

We have always had dogs. Mutts, Toy Fox Terrier, a Cocker Spaniel, a Maltese, a Norwegian Elkhound, a Lab-Rottweiler cross, then we had three shelties, and now two collies.

I happened to be sorting photos on my iPad the other day and started doing a new dog album. Since we are not back at Cove House yet and my feet are still dancing with impatience, I thought I would share some pictures of the collies, Spencer and Schuyler. Just a few of them around the house and grounds. Sort of a two for one. The house, as it is these last two years since purchasing, and photos of the fur balls. After all, who really owns your house? You or the dogs?

Spencer and a very young Schuyler in front of the living room fireplace. We, insanely, purchased puppy Schuyler in the middle of moving. He adapted fine but I think Carmine suffered a bit from the craziness of puppy zooms amid the boxes and packing paper.
Freedom! We had just put in the fence. That was a priority when we arrived.
Above the house last Christmas.
Spencer running the fence lines.
Schuyler owns the deck most days.
Couch takeovers are always happening.
Spencer lending a cache to the living room.
Schuyler blocking access to the kitchen.

Our dogs make our home.

Delayed Again

So we are at the mercy of inspectors this week down here in Florida. Our generator and propane tank went in, the privacy hedge is to be installed tomorrow, and now we wait. Apparently, the inspector has to be on site for the test run, and we want to be sure everything is working as it should before the rapidly advancing hurricane season. I am taking solace that I am getting a few more days with my horses. They remain in Florida year round with my trainer.

The bummer is missing the apple blossoms. I adore apples and apple trees. I have two presently on my hill. But my garden dreams include more. A veritable apple orchard on a tiny scale. I have my eye a few possible where I know they will be happy. But planting once the hot New York summer hits seems less than desirable for a successful outcome.

I’m also missing out on my peonies again. We always seem to arrive home after they have peaked. I might get lucky if we are on the road next week. My mission is to celebrate Memorial Day weekend at Cove House this year.

I am happy to have received photos from my handyman that my shelves are installed in my pantry/scullery/auxiliary kitchen/back stair area. I promise a post on this area of my house when I get north. Despite being, shall we say, CROWDED, this is truly one of my favorite parts of the house. But I want to do it justice. So I will post soon when I get in there with before and after photos.

Room for the mixer!
Can’t wait to merchandise the shelves!

This is a real tease for me. So many good projects await me. I’m forgiving myself for being foot-tapping impatient.

Hydrangeas

As I await going north, I thought I’d dwell on things I’m really looking forward to seeing. I am fairly crazy about hydrangeas. Hydrangeas may well be one of the top five reasons I could never live in Florida all year long.

My first awareness of how important they are in my landscape was probably going to Cape Cod as a child. Suddenly, there were these BLUE flowers. Up until then I don’t think I was conscious of blue flowers. I was in love. Subsequent trips to Nantucket and the Hamptons sealed the deal. I simply wanted a traditional shingle style house, on the beach of course, overflowing with hydrangeas. Through all the other style homes I had over my lifetime, that particular idealized environment never faded.

The hill garden at the Cove House goes a long way towards that dream. But I still have areas to line with my favorites!

Our new back stairs off the deck are begging for hydrangeas on either side of the walls.
Spotting some to breakup the fence line is another thought. I’d include the white variety as the heads get so lovely in the fall.
Definitely on either side of the chimney.
Free photo from word Press. But it’s great
And we have to have them in our house. This is the dining room in our former Victorian home.