There’s something about spring that makes us pay closer attention to the spaces we call home. The light lingers a little longer in the evenings, trees begin their quiet bloom, and suddenly, the outdoors feels just as essential as the rooms within. It’s a season of return and renewal—of opening doors, of gathering again, of imagining what could be next.

Set within the storied and ever-coveted Harvard/Yale neighborhood, this 1926 Tudor feels especially attuned to that rhythm. It’s a home that understands the weight and wonder of time—where nearly a century of living has shaped not just its walls, but the way it invites you to live today.

Out back, a rare and generous gift: a flat, expansive yard that feels equal parts sanctuary and stage. Mature trees cast a gentle canopy overhead, while the soft soundtrack of a bubbling fountain draws birds in and slows everything down just enough. It’s the kind of space that quietly insists you stay awhile—morning coffee stretching into late breakfasts, afternoons spent barefoot in the grass, evenings unfolding under café lights and conversation.

Anchoring the patio is a custom fireplace—substantial and beautifully crafted—ready to carry the seasons forward.

In spring, it’s the perfect companion to crisp nights and light sweaters; come fall, it becomes the heart of gathering. There’s something grounding about a fire outdoors, the way it brings people close, the way it marks time. This is a place made for that kind of connection.

And then there’s the home itself—rich with Tudor character, where steep gables and thoughtful details speak to a different era, but never feel stuck in it. Instead, it offers a sense of continuity. A reminder that good homes aren’t just built, they’re lived into.

Location, of course, only deepens the story. Nestled within walking distance to East High—one of the city’s most beloved schools—and moments from neighborhood cafés, tree-lined streets, and the kind of community that feels both vibrant and grounded, this address offers more than convenience. It offers belonging.

Because at its core, home is never just about square footage or finishes. It’s about the life that unfolds there. The rituals you build without realizing it. The way a space holds you through seasons—both literal and otherwise.

And in a place like this, where spring arrives with such quiet beauty and possibility, it’s easy to imagine new beginnings taking root.

Here, the door is open. The light is soft. And the next chapter is waiting.

We recently passed the keys to a home tucked just beside one of Salt Lake’s most intriguing landmarks — a red-brick beauty resting quietly along the edge of Gilgal Gardens. It was the kind of property that stops you in your tracks — full of soul, a little mysterious, and surrounded by the sort of neighborhood stories you can’t manufacture.

Because this pocket of the city —  between Gilgal Gardens and Trolley Square — has layers. History, artistry, and a certain rhythm that feels entirely its own.

A Hidden Work of Art

Step through an iron gate on 500 South and you’ll find Gilgal Sculpture Garden, a tucked-away sanctuary that feels almost dreamlike. In 1945, stonemason Thomas Battersby Child Jr. began carving his beliefs into the landscape — twelve sculptures and more than seventy stones inscribed with scripture, poetry, and philosophy. The most famous piece? A sphinx bearing the face of Joseph Smith — the 19th-century religious visionary whose founding of The LDS church set the course for Salt Lake City’s very identity: Smith’s revelations led his followers west, his “City of Zion” blueprint helped shape the city’s wide grid and civic layout, and his legacy still echoes in the buildings, culture and communal aspirations of the area. 

“Gilgal” means circle of stones, and that sense of spiritual curiosity still hums through the garden today. What was once one man’s private meditation has become one of Salt Lake’s most quietly compelling public spaces — a reminder that art and belief often find their truest expression right at home.

The Story of Trolley Square

Just a block away stands another testament to Salt Lake City’s transformation — Trolley Square. Built between 1908 and 1910, it began as a set of brick-and-steel barns housing the city’s streetcars. The 50,000-gallon water tower — still standing tall — kept the operation safe and humming.

When the trolleys disappeared mid-century, the barns fell silent until a group of forward-thinking locals reimagined them. In 1972, Trolley Square reopened as one of the nation’s first major adaptive-reuse projects — a mix of shops, galleries, and gathering spaces that honored the bones of the original structure. Today it remains a hub for connection — brick walls, iron trusses, sunlight filtering through clerestory windows — local shops mixed with larger businesses: living proof that good design only gets better with time.

A Neighborhood With Soul

Between Gilgal’s curious stones and Trolley Square’s red brick industrial arches lies a neighborhood that has managed to keep its heart intact. Walk the streets here and you’ll feel it: tree-lined blocks, century-old facades, and the creative pulse of people who appreciate the enduring sense of history

At cityhomeCOLLECTIVE, we’ve always believed that the best spaces tell stories — not just within their walls, but in the company they keep. Neighborhoods like this remind us that history and modern life aren’t opposites; they’re dance partners. A little grit, a little grace — that’s where the magic lives.

Here’s to homes (and communities) that keep their character — and share it freely.

In the heart of Salt Lake City, something truly magical happens every week – a gathering that transcends the mundane and elevates the spirit of the community. The Salt Lake City Farmers Market, a vibrant and bustling event, isn’t just about fresh produce and artisanal crafts;

it’s about nurturing the very essence of our city’s sense of community.

Picture this: the morning sun gently kissing the streets, a lively buzz of conversations, laughter harmonizing with the soothing tunes of local musicians. That’s the scene that unfolds each weekend as Salt Lake comes alive with the weekly Farmers Market. And it’s not just the vibrant atmosphere that makes this gathering so special; it’s the connections, the stories, and the shared experiences that weave the intricate tapestry of our community.

One of the most enchanting aspects of the Farmers Market is the direct connection it forges between producers and consumers. As we walk through the rows of colorful stalls, our eyes meet the passionate faces behind the locally grown produce, the mouth-watering baked goods, and the carefully crafted artworks. Conversations spark effortlessly as we ask about farming practices, cooking tips, colorful pottery and the stories behind each creation. In this exchange, something profound happens: a bond is formed, a face becomes a friend, and the market becomes a space where everyone knows they belong.

For Salt Lake, where the pace of life can sometimes feel overwhelming, the Farmers Market offers a sanctuary of serenity. It’s a place where time slows down, where families can stroll hand in hand, where friends can catch up over fresh lemonade, and where newcomers can easily find a welcoming smile. In a world increasingly dominated by digital interactions, this physical gathering grounds us in the beauty of human connection, reminding us that real conversations, shared laughter, and genuine camaraderie are irreplaceable treasures.

Moreover, the Farmers Market acts as a hub of sustainability and support for local businesses. By choosing to buy from local farmers and artisans, we foster a thriving local economy and reduce our carbon footprint. We’re not just consumers; we’re active participants in nurturing a sustainable future for our city and our planet.

As the sun sets on another glorious Farmers Market day, the community takes with it more than just bags of fresh produce and handmade goods. It carries the warmth of conversations, the inspiration of local talent, and the knowledge that we are part of something bigger than ourselves. Salt Lake City’s weekly Farmers Market isn’t merely a marketplace; it’s a living embodiment of our shared values, our connections, and our commitment to fostering a vibrant and tightly-knit community.

So, let’s continue to embrace this beautiful tradition, to explore its stalls with curiosity, to connect with our fellow community members, and to revel in the simple joy of being a part of Salt Lake’s ever-growing family. After all, it’s in the heart of our Farmers Market that the heart of our community truly shines.

downtown slc farmers market | THE GATEWAY 

saturdays, NOVEMBER 11 – APRIL 20, 10:00am – 2:00pm

Jennifer Hadfield has always felt clear about the idea of what ‘home’ means to her. Raising four children, many of those years as a single mother, it was important she curate environments that imbued joy, stability and peace. This talent for creating beautiful, brave spaces turned into a career, becoming one of the internet’s early influencers. With a keen eye for glamorous yet budget-conscious styling ideas, ones that would make Robin Leach proud, she’s amassed a loyal following, one that continues to this day. Now part of the cityhome family, this savvy entrepreneur offers her many talents with empathy and enthusiasm to both buyers and sellers as they navigate the intricacies and nuances of coming ‘home’.

You’re an agent here. Tell us why. What led you to this work? I honestly feel like my whole life has been leading me up to becoming an agent at cityhomeCOLLECTIVE. I have spent 30 years working in creative fields, from running a painting design business to owning a jewelry company, remodeling our homes in California and Utah to starting my DIY blog. My love of home and creating a beautiful space has been the linking factor in all of my business. Now, I am excited to take those skills and bring them to help other people create a home that is a protective sanctuary.

What does ‘brave space’ feel like to you and how do you create that for others? A brave space to me is finding the things deep down that are honest and creating a space that feels protected. Going through my divorce and being a single mom helped me strip things down to the most important things that made our home feel sheltered and insulated from the world. I think when you take away the desire to please others and create a facade and really face hard things, you discover what is really important. Honesty is refreshing. I really believe you can create a sanctuary no matter what type or size of home you have.

Do you remember when home first started mattering to you? I think I have always felt that home was important. I grew up with a mother who made our home feel like a haven. She handmade everything from our daily bread, the clothes we wore and our furniture. Home was the most important thing to her. She taught us those skills and I honestly felt like every family lived like that until I grew older. When I became a mother I felt so much joy sharing those skills with my children. I feel so much satisfaction seeing my kids create their own homes and safe spaces now.

What would you really hope to hear clients say when they talk about you when you’re not there? I would love to have my clients say that I am a safe space. I pride myself on being honest and I truly want to help people in every respect. I hope they would say I had their best interests at heart and made the real estate process as stress free as possible. And I hope they would say that they had a great experience and would highly recommend me to anyone they meet. I also hope they would say that their experience with me was different and better than they could have imagined.

Describe your perfect day. What, exactly, does that look like for you? A perfect day for me would be waking up to sunshine streaming in my window. I would get a cup of coffee, sit out on our porch swing as I watch our neighborhood wake up. I’d watch the neighborhood kids playing and the squirrels scampering up and down the trees. I’d spend the day surrounded with my family as we cook some delicious food and end the day out on our back patio, sitting underneath our pergola, playing board games with music playing and the lights of our patio shining down on us.