Ahhhh...
It is finally finished. The deck at GardenSpirt, I mean.
And the hot tub that inspired it is also fnished -- finally moved into place, filled with water, heated to just the right temperature (101 degrees F. to be exact)and crystal clear.
It was time for a test drive...er, swim...er, soak.
And it was all about decadence.
It started with my sugar craving last night. Not only did I buy a coconut cake from the frozen food section, but grabbed a pint of Vanilla Swiss Almond on impulse. I pulled it out of the freezer tonight for just a bite or two.
Victor (oh husband of mine) wanted a taste. Then he suggested crass decadence: taking the Haagen Dazs to GardenSpirit and eating ice cream while we were in the hot tub. I gotta tell you, it WAS decadent! We loved it --cold tummies and warm bodies -- a great combo. I recommend it, really!
The new hot tub is deep and wide - so much bigger than our personal hot tub. And there are two sets of jets -- luxurious. The blue light shone underwater; it even has a dimmer.
I can honestly say that the guests at GardenSpirit WILL have a wonderful spa experience -- I tested it myself. Next step -- fixing the fireplace so we can have a roaring fire to come home to after that hot tub experience!
Well, gotta go back and make some beds. Amy and I are working on finishing the decorating and soon...my first two guests will arrive for tea. I plan to invite small groups of people for a First Look at GardenSpirit over the next few weeks. If you'd like to come, let me know. I'd love to have you!
Showing posts with label GardenSpirit renovation. Show all posts
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Saturday, October 14, 2006
Monday, August 21, 2006
Reshaping GardenSpirit
It took only one, frustrating experience of mowing the steep slopes at GardenSpirit for me to call Keith Anderson, landscaper and Bobcat Operator Extraordinaire, and beg for help.
We walked the grounds, talked about options. Then I disappeared for a week at my beach retreat at Emerald Isle. When I returned,the landscape had been altered dramatically.
The hilly back yard with its two towering trees is now a ledge of dirt, waiting for a new deck. The front yard is shorn of its two cedars (I really don't like cedars, regardless of how hard everyone tries to convince me otherwise). The circular gravel driveway is on the cusp of being reworked. And the Round-up I'd sprayed on the horrible grass near the house had done its work -- brown grass that would never need mowing again!
It was breathtaking. And a little scary. I'd worked with an architect/designer who had told me NOT to terrace the back yard. And here was a terrace to beat all terraces. "Not to worry," Keith told me, "we'll just backfill this after the deck is in."
I hope he's right. The ledge is pretty terrifying. But at least there's no grass to mow. That makes it all worthwhile!
We walked the grounds, talked about options. Then I disappeared for a week at my beach retreat at Emerald Isle. When I returned,the landscape had been altered dramatically.
The hilly back yard with its two towering trees is now a ledge of dirt, waiting for a new deck. The front yard is shorn of its two cedars (I really don't like cedars, regardless of how hard everyone tries to convince me otherwise). The circular gravel driveway is on the cusp of being reworked. And the Round-up I'd sprayed on the horrible grass near the house had done its work -- brown grass that would never need mowing again!
It was breathtaking. And a little scary. I'd worked with an architect/designer who had told me NOT to terrace the back yard. And here was a terrace to beat all terraces. "Not to worry," Keith told me, "we'll just backfill this after the deck is in."
I hope he's right. The ledge is pretty terrifying. But at least there's no grass to mow. That makes it all worthwhile!
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