September. Sunshine. Selling time!
The petite, muddy handprints of raccoons splayed over the outdoor cushions, reminding me there must have been quite a (wildlife) party last night.
I might have been pickier if I’d known I was going to be here forever.
It’s serious business out in the real estate wilderness.
Let’s play “Can you find all 43 cats in the house?”
If a breathtaking view is at the top of your wish list, you’ll need a breathtaking budget to afford it. […]
Did anyone spell dirty words on the stager’s Scrabble board?