I have learned something about myself. I’m a perfectionist when it comes to books and when it comes to my home. It’s a safe place, just for us, but it has come at the cost of leaving all my friends and family. I moved to Toowoomba late January. That’s part of the reason why I’ve been quiet lately. Moving is a LOT of hard work, and it has taken me a long time to get set up.
When we arrived, we thought that we’d bought a mansion. We’d come from living in a house that had original 70s shag carpet, complete with stains from the previous tenants, cracks in the walls that made us fear that the house might fall down, taps that didn’t work, door handles that came off in your hand, drain pipes that delivered waste water to the downstairs laundry, and when my son walked around, the whole house rattled. It was unnerving. It was old, and I didn’t want to break anything. I’d paid close to $2,000 in bond.
Ironically, we were lucky to have lived in that house, and it was better than the house we had lived in before. Although, we were always grateful that we were able to live in the previous house for as long as we did. It was the place I raised my son and the place where Mum grew up. I’ll always treasure it. But enough was enough. We had to get out of Sydney. We saw our opportunity, and we took it.
So here we are. They call it the garden city because they love gardens, so I’m going to do as the Romans do and rave about my garden.
I know what you’re thinking: it’s nothing special.
It isn’t really. The lavender wasn’t here when we took possession. It just had the succulent ground cover. I’m not really sure what the ground cover is, but it seems to like the daily watering I’ve been giving it.
I planted the lavender about three weeks ago now, and I’ve just noticed that they’re flowering. I know this is all very pedestrian, but I can’t help being proud of my lavender.
So, tell me what are you planting in your garden? Send me some pics and I’ll publish them. 🙂