photograph by Baxter Miller & Ryan Stancil

We all know the feeling. Your guests are scheduled to arrive in OMG 30 minutes! and you haven’t showered, your cat chewed up the welcome mat, your living room is littered with laundry and last year’s taxes. You throw everything into a closet, or even the trash — think slapdash Marie Kondo, think The Gentle Art of Swedish Death Cleaning. By removing all evidence of actual living, one creates an orderly, peaceful life.

This less-is-more approach to home decor may be trending, but it’s the opposite of Tony Britt-Kirkegaard’s aesthetic, not only in his work as an interior designer, but also as a first-time host of a featured home on the Historic Wilmington Foundation’s annual home tour. The tour of homes and the Cape Fear Garden Club’s tour of gardens are two of the more stately activities going on in Wilmington during the North Carolina Azalea Festival. Started in 1948 to celebrate the charms and blooms of this historic city, the festival has grown into a massive weekend party — part street fair, part music festival, part parade-to-end-all-parades — that draws 300,000 visitors each April.

The Kirkegaard family, from left, Austin, Gary, Tony, and Brittney, have restored their 166-year-old mansion to high style. While Baron, their Airedale terrier, hides, Tony welcomes home tour guests at the front door.

Of those, some 2,000 guests are coming over to Tony’s house this weekend — and he’s not hiding anything in the closet. Granted, minimalism is tough to achieve when you inhabit a 6,900-square-foot, three-story mansion, along with your husband, teenage twins, and Airedale terrier — even if the dog does have his own room. Luckily, Tony isn’t interested in “minimal” anything. “Tony does things on a grand scale,” explains his husband, Dr. Gary Kirkegaard, a pharmacist. “He’s got the vision.”

“I pay attention to detail,” Tony adds, a tad defensively.

“I don’t know what color the walls are anymore,” Gary replies, “because they have so much stuff on them.”

Tony: “We have a rule that if something comes in, something must go out.”

Gary sighs. “You don’t follow that rule.”

But a house that breaks the rules is one that everyone wants to see.

 

While the Kirkegaard mansion — officially named the Miles Costin House — is the seventh home that Tony and Gary have shared, it is so lovingly, intuitively restored that it’s hard to believe they haven’t lived there forever. Designed and built in 1853 by James F. Post, the famed architect behind Wilmington’s Bellamy Mansion, Latimer House, Thalian Hall, and other beloved landmarks, the once-grand, Italianate-style home had been converted artlessly into apartments before falling into foreclosure. That’s when the Kirkegaards discovered it in 2014. “It hurt me to the core that the house had been chopped up this way,” says Tony, a North Carolina native. He sat alone in the vacant building many times before committing to it, listening to whatever the rooms had to tell him.

When the Kirkegaards bought the historic Miles Costin House, it had fallen into disrepair. Now, it has returned to its Italianate-style glory.  photograph by Baxter Miller & Ryan Stancil

It’s an approach that the French philosopher Gaston Bachelard, author of The Poetics of Space, would have liked. “If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house,” he wrote, “I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.” Inside the Miles Costin House now, one feels such silent dreams brought to life. Married for nearly 30 years, parents of 17-year-old twins Austin and Brittney, whom they adopted as infants, Gary and Tony have a formidable gift for making everybody, even crowds of strangers, feel at home. The house’s interior is characterized by a kind of joyous, carefully tended abundance, something for everyone, a profusion of beauty.

There are multiples of everything: chandeliers, fireplaces, Audubon bird prints, cut-glass cake stands, 1950s motion lamps, Pfaltzgraff Heritage china, bowls and jars of candy in every room, welcoming pineapples in every medium (23 on the first floor alone, Brittney reports), humorous antique signage, giant pine cones, taxidermy (mostly from Tony’s uncle), antlers from Gary’s family in Nebraska, souvenir paddles from Gary’s childhood portaging trips in Minnesota (his father was a Scoutmaster; Gary and his two brothers were Eagle Scouts), crucifixes, pheasant feathers, quilts, creepy rabbit statuary. In all, the house bears testament to the motto on Tony’s business card: Decorating Since Birth.

Tony, an interior designer, fills each room of his home with a curated collection of beloved objects and family heirlooms. photograph by Baxter Miller & Ryan Stancil

Yet somehow, miraculously, there is no sense of clutter. Every object “sparks joy.” And Tony can tell the story behind each possession, decorative or utilitarian, finely crafted or kitsch — all are adored. If historic home tours bring to mind picky “curating,” the Kirkegaard aesthetic is about inclusion. “Beauty is for everyone,” Tony says. “What’s the point of having all this if you can’t share it?”

“Beauty is for everyone. What’s the point of having all this if you can’t share it?”

Still, preparing for the Azalea Festival’s Historic Wilmington Foundation home tour presents challenges familiar to anyone who’s ever hosted even the most intimate, informal get-together. “Dog hair is my nemesis,” Tony confesses. Floors must be waxed and silver polished. Gary spray-cleans the two dozen chandeliers, and Austin power-washes sidewalks. Gary’s great-grandmother’s stemware is taken out of storage, and tables are set with the good china (some of it, anyway). Rumor has it that before one house tour, Tony went so far as to hot-glue Bartlett pears to salad plates, but he downplays this: “It was just a tiny dot of glue,” he says. “You’ve got to make them stand up the right way; they can’t just be lying there.”

During the festival, some 300,000 visitors flock to Wilmington for concerts, a parade, fireworks, and the coronation of a festival queen and princess. In 1948, movie star Jacqueline White was crowned the first Azalea Queen at the Lumina Ballroom in Wrightsville Beach. photograph by Baxter Miller & Ryan Stancil

 

A few miles away from the Kirkegaards’ busy manse, in the manicured, sedate Forest Hills neighborhood, Roberta Berg-Smith does a last-minute walk-through in her backyard, cottage-style garden before the kickoff of the Cape Fear Garden Club’s Annual Garden Tour. The event overlaps with the home tour and lasts three days instead of two, but it’s all part of the same festive Wilmington whirlwind that marks this particular weekend in April. Like the Kirkegaards, Roberta is a veteran tour-taker — she’s gone on both the home and garden versions each year since moving to Wilmington in 2006 — but this is her first time serving as a host.

Other than some stray pots left out behind her shed, Roberta finds nothing amiss and seems unflustered by the coming stampede — more than 2,000 advance tickets have been sold. It’s hard to imagine what might unnerve Roberta. She worked in education for 36 years, including as a high school principal. Now retired, she’s fiercely active in community outreach — Suit Up Wilmington, the NAACP, and Canines for Service — and takes her own 11-year-old Labrador retriever, a certified therapy dog, to visit schools. A red, white, and blue “Hate Has No Home Here” sign remains planted on her front lawn throughout the festival.

Roberta Berg-Smith and her husband, Earl, enjoy entertaining in their garden, which is divided into various outdoor “rooms.” photograph by Baxter Miller & Ryan Stancil

Roberta clearly possesses the bottomless well of patience required of anyone who gardens. Garden tour hosts are notified of their selection more than a year in advance of the festival, as everyone understands the inherent unpredictability of nature, the inevitable surprises, the capricious Wilmington weather. The day before the tour, her garden is invitingly, deceptively low-key — nothing showy, fussy, or ornate. There is more green than pink on display, which Roberta confirms is intentional. “You can make green stunning,” she says. The overall effect is a subtle layering of shade, texture, and hue, as artful as an Impressionist painting. A single decorative tile hangs on one stretch of wooden fence, a souvenir from a trip to India. The picnic table is made of wood reclaimed from North Carolina rivers.

The garden has a sense of flow from one outdoor “room” to another: areas to sit, dine, grill, and stroll. The potting shed is refreshingly unremarkable — actual potting goes on in there. The stone-and-gravel firepit is free-form, with piled slabs and unpolished boulders for seating, like a natural formation slightly refined: “Stonehenge-y,” Roberta says. By design, nothing in the garden feels hasty or overly manipulated. “You can garden by checkbook,” Roberta says, “and then there are gardeners. They garden.”

Ever the gracious hosts, the couple allowed garden tour visitors to linger in their backyard oasis even after the tour closed early due to rain last year. photograph by Baxter Miller & Ryan Stancil

One week before the Azalea Festival, Tony decrees in his kitchen that there will be no more home cooking until the festival is over. “No food smells!” he declares, eliciting much eye-rolling from the twins.

“You can garden by checkbook — and then there are gardeners. They garden.”

Despite their irreverence, Brittney and Austin are happy to help with the tour, cheerfully serving long shifts as docents. Nearly 300 new and returning volunteer docents help guide the crowds through the 10 or 11 showcased homes each year. Docents also act as unofficial security guards. Perhaps because of this, bad behavior is rare. Tony once caught a man trying to take a bite out of a fake pear — the worst transgression he can recall. The centerpiece arrangement of red tulips in his dining room is also artificial — from Hobby Lobby, in fact.

“You don’t need to spend lots of money to make your house beautiful,” says Beth Rutledge, executive director of the nonprofit Historic Wilmington Foundation, which has presented and coordinated the home tour for about three decades. It’s not an elite event, she says, and it’s always about more than history and architecture. A self-described “house nerd,” Beth understands the tour’s appeal on a deeply personal level. In Minneapolis, where she resided for most of her life before moving with her husband to Wilmington, she made a habit of walking her dog around a lake at dusk so that she could see lights coming on in the windows of houses. “What is more personal than our house?” she asks with passion. “The fact that someone invites you in to experience that is exciting.”

Still, home-tour coordination is like a military-level operation, requiring research, script-writing for the docents, creation of routes and maps, mandatory training sessions. Docents are supervised by a house captain. Unsurprisingly, Tony himself greets guests at the door. Even when there’s no tour happening, he often sits out on the expansive veranda and greets all who walk by, sometimes inviting folks in for an hours-long chat. “We have a name for that,” Brittney says. “We tell them, ‘You just got Tony’d.’”

While tour hosts are encouraged to show as much of their homes as possible, some get cold feet and close off rooms at the last minute. Pets are often banished. Even Baron the Airedale is in seclusion, despite his good manners. The Kirkegaards’ second and third floors are off-limits during this tour for practical reasons: The steep, curving staircases are tricky to navigate. And the third floor belongs entirely to Austin and Brittney, who will have certainly earned their privacy — not to mention plenty of quiet time to decompress — after welcoming countless strangers to their home as new friends.

 

Roberta’s husband, Earl, is off somewhere playing golf the day before the garden tour opens. Roberta says he’s not really a gardener, though he was a native fisherman in the Bahamas, where they met, which suggests that his relationship with nature is as quietly authentic as her own.

When they purchased the 78-year-old Copeland House in 2012, its exterior, front and back, was shrouded by hedges and shrubs. But amid the overgrowth, Roberta found azaleas and camellias, and the many tall, lovely deciduous trees that she chose to keep — thus setting a challenge for herself. “My journey was to transform the backyard into a shade paradise,” she says. Everything she plants must be able to thrive in shade or, at best, dappled sunlight.

Roberta’s gardening style is simple but intentional, which complements her 78-year-old cottage-style home. photograph by Baxter Miller & Ryan Stancil

Roberta seems like the type of person who relishes a challenge — a bit of a contrarian, albeit a friendly one. “I don’t love azaleas,” she confesses unapologetically. Her favorite flower, the peony, is notoriously persnickety and difficult to grow in the South. She has five peony plants, but none choose to bloom in time for the Azalea Festival.

There is a certain humility in gardening, an infinite amount to learn — the perfect avocation for a career educator. As with decorating a house, a garden is never truly done. But for Roberta and Tony, the present incarnation of their homes is one worth sharing. Though Roberta acknowledges that allowing a mob of strangers into your backyard is less of an invasion than inviting them inside your house. The home tour is much more “eavesdrop-y,” she says with some glee.

Nonetheless, Roberta and Tony both spend Azalea Festival weekend in the same way, personally greeting their guests and enjoying every minute of it. Afterward, Roberta claims that she’s glad it’s over — “You don’t realize how much of yourself you put into it,” she says wearily. But in the next breath, she says that the best part was getting to talk with so many people about gardens — not only hers, but also theirs. She kept her garden open to ticket-holders even when the tour shut down early on Sunday due to rain, and Earl stuck around all weekend, cheerfully autographing tour programs for guests who thought he was a celebrity. (He did not correct them.)

A few days after the tour, Tony posts a public thank-you on Facebook. “I am blessed to be loved by some wonderful people,” he writes. “One made me cry with the kindest twisted compliment this weekend. Another accepted an apology for my over-the-top behavior. Others stood for hours in our home as docents. One drove for hours to be here … Thank you all for loving me … It isn’t always easy and it isn’t always pretty. I love you all.”

He might as well be speaking for the hundreds of Wilmingtonians who put their heart and soul into the Azalea Festival, or speaking for the city itself, transformed for a few days into a celebration not only of the past, but also the present and future, a celebration of all kinds of beauty, perfect and imperfect, enough to go around, enough to include everyone.


North Carolina Azalea Festival
April 3-7
Wilmington
ncazaleafestival.org



 

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Wendy Brenner is the author of two books of short fiction, and a contributing editor for The Oxford American.

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