Scary stories from a lovely place
Tonight we’re on the cusp of two weeks living in our new little house. We’ve done a bit of gardening. We painted the kitchen. We’ve found clever ways of storing just about everything. We’ve given away lots of superfluous stuff on Freecycle. We’ve sacrificed furniture on the altar of the Council Clean-Up. We’ve greeted various neighbours. We’ve christened the local library, lake and fish and chip shop. So far, so good.
Despite the miniatureness of the house, we’re getting on rather well. It means that toys don’t end up in every far flung corner of the house. It takes 2 minutes to vaccuum. The kids can never disappear. I can leave them playing inside and go outside into the garden and still be able to hear them. Every little bit of space is used, not yet to it’s fullest potential, but soon will be.
The size of the house was always going to be offset by the ample size of the garden. But since moving in nearly two weeks ago I’ve felt very concerned about all the work that needed to be done. Issues of sunshine and air flow, soil quality and crop rotation seem to constantly be on my mind. I want it to be great now. Despite this impatience and lots of indecision the peas, snow peas, beans, pumpkin, zucchini, kale, broccoli, strawberries, black mint and bay leaf trees are in the ground. Mustard, brussell sprouts, coriander, dill, spring onions and oregano are all sprouting away nicely in trays on an old book shelf that didn’t fit inside the house. Hopefully this weekend I will get my magnolia bushes, frangipanis, kangaroo paw, protea and camellia bushes in the ground. Written down in a list like this does actually show the progress. We have dug and weeded and pruned and manured and composted. It’s on it’s way.
When we inspected this house one of the things that really appealed to me was it didn’t need any work before we could live in it. Other places we looked at were grimy, replete with holes in walls, missing window panes, kitchens with warped, sodden benchtops and bathrooms being taken over by every kind of mouldy organism. However the one thing we did want to do was paint the kitchen. The whole house is a light grey sort of colour on the internal walls – very non-descript but acceptable enough. However parts of the kitchen walls were different colours, partially renovated and a bit dirty. So we decided to paint it green.
And when I say green, I mean lime green. Not some muted olive or a faint grey-green. Lime. I tried to match the colour with the new growth on the Jacaranda trees that are in our garden. In fact the new growth on most of the vegetation that I can see through the windows of my new house was this limey, fresh, young green colour. We were a bit nervous about how it would look covering kitchen walls, but we’re pleasantly surprised with the outcome. The shelving will swallow up some of the bare green wall space, but the colour will still shine through.
It’s a cliche, but the green of new plant growth is also a good symbol of this new step in our lives.