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Created on: June 01, 2008 Last Updated: June 09, 2008
When we first saw the house, we knew it was the right one for us. We went upstairs and looked around the rooms happily, until we saw the garden! How sad! It had been awfully neglected and we sure would need a lot of work to make it look decent, but my husband is the best diyer you can ever meet and then we start with enthusiasm.
The best week we had enough with the moving and all the little touches and cleaning needed around the inside, but the second weekend we organized a great "garden making" party and 8 of our friends turned up with spades and tools to help us.
First it was the cleaning up, you would not believe it but we even found the rests of a washing machine among the rubble that had been left there by the previous occupiers. We filled up a whole skip of rubbish and we arranged for another one to come over and pick up the bags with soil we left by the front door, it was hard but we were all excited about how it was looking.
After the big cleaning up we got the loan and extended it, planting roses and other flowers on both sides of it. It looked fresh, like a baby just born, our baby!
We sat there in the darkness when the helpers were gone and Mike took my hand and said: "Look at it. Our first garden!"
Now the roses are tall and we have some bamboo at the back and an ornamental vine that grows wonderful in spring and drives me crazy in Autumn, it looses all the leaves and it certainly makes a big mess, but the first of all is, the tiny decking Mike built for me at the end of the garden. I sit there with my laptop and dream stories and write poems while he takes care of the few vegetables he has now planted by the house.
Isn't this perfect life?
My loved one and my garden growing old together and in beautiful Harmony! I can't ask for anything else.
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