We moved here two years ago today. It was a beautiful Southern Highlands spring day – sunny with a light breeze – much like it is today.
The day started early as we packed our cars, mostly with bedding and plants, and parked them in the street to keep the driveway clear for the removalists. Once they arrived and set up their van, we were awed by their truck-packing prowess. Boxes that I had filled and couldn’t lift were easily carried by the removalists, even down the stairs. It reinforced my opinion that professionals are worth paying for.
We arrived at our new house and the removalists moved in all our boxes and furniture and then left. I took a wander around the garden – my garden – to investigate. I made the bed and unpacked the towels. We plugged in the router and, by the magic of technology, we were connected to the outside world. We slept well that night.
I am so grateful that we live here, in this beautiful part of the world. So fortunate.
And within our first week here, my Epiphyllum ‘Latest Love’, which had travelled here from my previous garden, bloomed. I took it as a sign that we would also flourish here.