As the first blog of our adventures of building a new house, a new garden and future for our family, I feel the need to pay tribute to the little house which was our home for five years and which I struggled to let go of for the first twelve months after moving.
Our little house was just like any other in a comfortable suburb of the Central Coast. We bought the house as our very first and spent the next five years renovating it. With a new kitchen, timber flooring and new doors, the seventies look was a distant memory. My heart however lay with the garden.
We created the garden from a backyard of nothingness. The garden was an oasis. Whenever a bit of soul food was required, a quiet sit in the backyard was all that was needed. Rob built a pond which we filled with lillies and fish. I have heard that the new owner now enjoys a lily which we left behind.
We created the garden beds using $10/t sandstone rubble (great for natives) and filled them with plants from our favourite nursery - The Wildflower Place at Erina Heights. We had a special attachment to the plants as they were a gift from friends.
Ruby (our dog) enjoyed the sunshine and regularly squashed my new plants as she enjoyed a piece of splendour. What I miss most however, is the sense of pride which comes with a successful garden and enjoying the beauty created from hard work. It is something that we have once again started to enjoy as preparations for our vegetable garden have commenced.
As I move forward into the future , I will never forget the happiness I was able to enjoy at our first little house.
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