How many of us, know of a house that we would like to live in, if only? Up to a year ago, I regularly passed one particular house, whilst walking to work. I coveted it, during my 20 minute walk I dreamed of how I could afford to buy it, and planned what I would do with the garden. It may be because it was called “The Garden House” that caught my imagination. It could be that it had a front garden larger than my own back garden and the dream included an enormous back garden, together the added bonus of being south-facing. Although I never did know what was at the back. It’s great to dream and plan though, isn’t it?
My Aunt, who lives outside Denver, Colorado, fell in love with a house. Many years ago she put a note through their door, asking that if they ever sold would they gave her first refusal – not that she would refuse. In fact, I think over what was probably 20 years, she posted several notes through their letter box, just to remind them she was still around and interested. Finally, she got to live in her dream home. With the glorious view of the Colorado Rockies in the distance, wouldn’t you pursue the dream?
I fell in love with my home at the first viewing, so much so that I completed the sale on my house, before I had even exchanged contracts on my new home. I stored my belongings and lived with a friend until I moved in February 2001. I shudder now at my bravery. There are not many large Victorian conversions in which the ground floor flat has the whole back garden, and a good sized one at that. This treasure came complete with Victorian stone walls on all three sides (a haven for snails though).
I am also lucky that I have a south-facing side patio. According to Wikipedia, a patio is an outdoor space generally used for dining or recreation that adjoins a residence and is typically paved – this is exactly what it is. I eat breakfast out there in the summer, and many a balmy evening I have entertained with al fresco dinners. With a micro-climate my Olive tree thrives along with my Oleander. I have a white border against the wall, with Japanese Anemones, and white Agapanthus. The opposite side is riot of colour with Montbretia, Fuchsias, and Clematis. There is honeysuckle and a climbling rose tumbling across the wall.
This is what my patio looks like at the moment, but I know it won’t be long before I will be having croissants and coffee for breakfast outside at the weekend. My Olive and Oleander will flower, the colourful border will be loud and blousey and the perfume of the surrounding flowers will be heady in the warm evenings.
To those of you who follow my posts, can you spot Gary?
What happened to The Garden House? I have been on secondment for a year and walked passed it for the first time today. It isn’t there anymore. It has been demolished, and replaced with workmen and bulldozers. Sad, because it could have been my dream house. However, I am very happy with my home and I love my garden, what more could a girl want!