It has been a long time between drinks. A long period of ill health + a substantial period regaining my stamina + landlord sold the house and we had to move on + three months of getting new home and garden in order. Life has its own special way of happening!
The new home is something of an anomaly in its setting - the thorn among the roses.
My neighbour on one side says that she has no idea how a house like the one I am in was ever allowed to be erected. You see most of the houses in my street are Ballarat historic. Those that aren't tend to very nice from the 1950s. And mine ... it's a moveable home, possibly circa 70s or 80s.
Mrs Neighbour says that she grew up in her house. She and husband moved away for some years, returned and purchased the house from her parents. While she had been gone, this house appeared. She thinks it must have been prior to the heritage overlay, now operating, being put in place.
The bay windows are the only thing about this house that remotely puts it in touch with the past.
The interior, although compact, provides everything I need. Carpet in good condition, masses of cupboard space (particularly in the kitchen), and an electrician must have lived here once because there are masses of power points!
There is a small front garden of the cottage garden variety. It needs some pulling together but the fine bones are there - roses, azaleas, camellias, lavender.
The back garden has been neglected in one area and nothing happening in the rest. However, as a renter who takes her potted garden with her, I am making plans. This has been the coldest winter for sixteen years - and a very wet one at that - so gardening days have been scarce. However, the sunny days are getting a bit more frequent and I have done a whack of pruning in the neglected area and mowed the rest of the back garden. Now, I can start to envisage and plan.