Midnight Skinny-dipping

When finding it at a cool 61 degrees when I left for work this morning, it was like a breath of fresh air when comparing it to the days we’ve been enduring. The interesting thing, was seeing it already 86 degrees just before noon in the Downtown which shows us how the sun can really warm things up on a blue-sky day.

I had to get most of my Saturday morning work done all the earlier because of the appointments I had at the Raven acreage beginning at 8:00 am. Not even thinking about taking my camera, on my way up I viewed a hen turkey leisurely walking across a road, a Cooper’s hawk zeroing in on something live, and a sneaky catbird jumping from limb to limb in a thicket at that acreage.

The most remarkable of the three, was seeing that catbird because I’ve not seen or heard one in years. Back when I was growing up on the farm, it seemed every year there’d be a nesting pair out in our grove, and unless you’ve heard their “voices”, you’ll likely not believe they actually do sound like a cat meowing, thus having been appropriately named.

My back-to-back showings on the Raven acreage went well, and evidently the other agent’s showing was similar because when I was leaving my open house this afternoon, that agent text me saying an offer on it was just emailed to me which I wasn’t able to see until I returned to my office and printed it out. Yes, I knew that acreage was going to get quite a bit of interest because of it being on a hard-surface road, and a whole heck of a lot of mature trees.

The more I’ve been out walking the property, the additional varieties of trees I’ve discovered growing which is a good thing. I would say there are at least eight apple trees and possibly several pear trees on the place. Of course there’s a huge patch of wild black raspberries which have taken hold. I really don’t like them because of how few berries they have yet all the many more extra-long thorny canes. When they’re that thick, that’s all I can think of are all the critters that are hiding below.

I pointed out to both groups of buyers how much more pleasant an acreage setting is when there are plenty of trees to block the wind in the winter, and the burning sun in the summer. I also mentioned how much I truly enjoy the shadows that are created under a canopy of trees.

While there, I noticed the farmer to the south had a massive sprinkler system watering his field of soybeans which made me wonder where in the world that water was coming from, and all I could think of was there being a working well out in that field. I know our soil is getting dry, but I didn’t think it was that parched. I couldn’t imagine what his water bill would be if he were pumping that water from our City’s supply. Ouch!

My public open house went very well today to the point where there were people coming and going nearly the entire time. I’m thinking those new interior photos I took are creating all the more good interest in it. I was a bit on the jealous side when seeing a half dozen residents in and around its community pool while I was there. Of course if I had such a pool, I wouldn’t be out there sunbathing, but rather waiting until the sun was lower in the sky because my skin tone is not the type which is able endure much sun because I rarely tan, and most times end up looking like a lobster. Perhaps a good midnight skinny-dipping would be even better. Uh, not a chance in these times.

I had two homes to show over in Clear Lake after my public open house, and as I suspected, they both ended up being a “thumbs down”. I’m of the belief that if a home is on the market over there for more than a week, it’s either way over-priced, in need of too much work, or sitting on a postage stamp. If and when our market corrects, those recent buyers are going to be squealing like piggies when seeing their equity evaporate right before their eyes.

Since the buyer I was showing to has been a client of mine for a very many years, he asked my gut feeling as to why our market is spiking so high. I told him it was a combination of our low interest rates, a deep sense of first-time buyers wanting something they can call their own, peer pressure, and all the many newbies coming from the highly populated metro areas who oft times have suitcases full of cash. If there’s another reason I possibly missed, I’d like someone to tell me.

After finishing with the second showing, one of the neighbors walked over to talk about that property’s odd lot lines, but ended up in long conversation about gardening, and likely because of my mentioning how beautiful her tomato plants appeared.

She filled me in on her recent retirement, the renewed interest in gardening when the China-virus arrived, her childhood years on her grandparents’ farm, and how she’s already planning next year’s “heritage” selection of vegetables. She was quite personable and hopefully the new owners of that home next door to her, will appreciate her pleasant demeanor. I sure would like having someone like that as a neighbor instead of a few wildcats most are forced to endure.

All in all, I’d say this week ended up being very productive to where I closed several sales, sold a home, and have an offer on that Raven acreage. Now that August has arrived, I doubt we’ll be seeing any signs of our seasonal slow-down which has taken place nearly every year I’ve been selling homes in North Iowa.

Tonight’s one-liner is: Where nothing is, nothing can be had.

Joe Chodur

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