It was a sultry summer afternoon when I spied what would become The Edgemont House. I was merely driving around with no real destination in mind, not far from my garden center, Plantopia, in North Little Rock. I came around the corner and saw it, a big pile of stucco that had seen a lot of living in its day. But I saw its potential and stopped to daydream about it, and even got out of the car. As I trekked through the overgrown yard, a neighbor approached to ask me what I was doing. We chatted, and then another neighbor appeared and, lo and behold, had a key.
Did I want to look at the interior? Oh, yeah. It was down at the heels, still full of furniture from the previous owner, but my imagination was sparked. What I could do with this much space, this kind of house! But I knew what it would mean. Later, I took my Mom on a tour of it. ‘Too dark, no good energy here,’ she stated. But I asserted there really was good energy here. It just needed to be pulled out.
Many months and much work later, I feel blessed to be the caretaker of this house. Every morning as I bound down the stairs, I always think how fortunate I am to possess this kind of house. It was built for entertaining, and I have continued, and expanded, that idea.