When a significant rejection letter comes in, people sometimes give themselves a consolation prize. A chocolate treat, maybe a book. I have a friend who buys shoes.
When your house isn’t selling, you buy flowers.
In fact, I’m beginning to see a direct corrolation between the seller’s level of concern, ranging from mild to manic, and how many new plantings they’ve got outside their house.
I’m not sure where we fall on the scale. The house has garnered a comfortable amount of interest from buyers, and we have no pressing reasons it’s gotta go right now…on the other hand, if I drop in too many more flowers out front, I’ll have to start rearanging what’s already out there.
Perhaps I’d best leave well enough alone and get back to my rejection letters.
Chocolate, anyone?
Greg Finnegan
Suanne