The almost-ill-fated move was October 2005 and it seems like just weeks ago. (Reminder: never move with Max.)
Now, two years down the road, let's take a look around the back garden.
East fence: was totally bare; now all covered in jasmine, two types to make it a little more interesting, and now all in bloom. Throw up a window in the house, and in comes the scent.
South fence: was totally bare, syzygium australe now seven feet tall with a bullet. Look! It has edible berries!
West fence: was totally bare, viburnum hedge now four feet tall and growing.
Lawn central: ornamental pear, ten feet tall. Will provide good summer shade in years to come.
Now let's take a walk down the path, through the side gate and into the front yard, which slopes north directly into the sun. Along the eastern boundary, the weigela I planted as a one-foot shrub is growing strongly and will create a hedge with the older ones already there. They bear masses of deep pink, smallish flowers. The Queen Elizabeth rose, pink, almost crimson, has doubled in four weeks after a particularly savage pruning. QE arrived from the last house in a pot and seemed to suffer dreadfully last summer.
The beds running along the fence and around the house now have a larger retaining wall, allowing for deeper mulching. In and among the shrubs are flowers and vegetables of various types; regular readers will recall mustard and other greens and various herbs and lettuces. Along the front fence remains the hedge of ever-reliable pink-flowered pelargonium. It has been there probably forty years.
It all looks nice right now: around the 'L' of the white house flows green lawn, all bordered by shrubbery of a deeper green and flecked all over with shades of pink. Is there a 'stop' button for gardens?