I’m willing to admit, I’ve had enough of winter. I’m ready to go for a morning run without worrying that I’ll slip on ice and break my bum. I’m itching to go to the Hartford farmer’s market to get some new annuals and perennials and dig in the dirt. Oh, and it would be nice to be able to have houses photographed without giant snow mounds in front. One of the things I’ve noticed recently
We hope to do some more in-depth pieces about the various neighborhoods in Hartford this year. Until we get to that, here is a nice article from the Courant’s Tom Condon about happenings in Frog Hollow.
Here’s a heartwarming Valentine’s Day post… I’m sure most men, and even some women, like to think of themselves as “handy” when it comes to dealing with their homes. After being married to Kyle for 10 years, I can honestly tell you that he’s really not that handy. He likes to think of himself that way, but deep down I know he realizes he’s not a handyman. Over time we’ve come to the understanding that
Last week I received an email from a person inquiring about one of our listings. They wondered if it was still for sale. We get these sorts of messages every now and then. They’re exciting – a new lead and opportunity for our seller. I responded that it was and said that I’d be happy to answer any questions for them or take them for a visit, if they’d like. A few days later they
This past Saturday I had two showing appointments with two different clients, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. The morning appointment went fine. The afternoon appointment was a doozy. I had called the listing agent for the house the previous day because it was a fairly expensive short sale and I wondered how involved the bank was and if it would be a quick turnaround if my client was interested and put