We have owned our little town house in Southern Spain for ten years now. These retirement years seem to only have 265 days in each one. They definitely pass more quickly as you get older.
Ten years! How did that happen.
I rarely change things. I love things that are familiar.
And, I love the memories that are linked to things we choose to have around us.
So was a Jasmine.
They loved the sun so much that they grew and grew and grew.
Every time we arrived the first job on the list was to deal with the trees.
They had indeed become trees.
And,anyone who has got up close and personal with a lemon tree must have come to realise they have very vicious thorns which are hard,if not impossible to avoid.
Pruning became a dreaded task.
The lemons took umbridge and started being dry and pithy.
The Jasmine was full of dead wood in the centre and was taking up half the garden.
They did not respond well to the comings and goings of our somewhat nomadic lifestyle.
So, drastic action was needed.
First the trees were taken out.
Second the walls were covered with stone to cover up the peeling paint and cracks.
And then the nice part began. We have some lovely friends here who were kind enough to raise some cacti and succulents for us.
The sun was shining gently yesterday. Warm and soothing.
It was not long before there was a little bit of placing,spacing and arranging.
Of course debating,discussing and rearranging.
We gave old favourites a new environment where they can hopefully grow and flourish.
And started a little nursery pot to replace them.
We work slowly.
Looking,checking,discussing and comprimising.
Accepting that it is best to work with local materials.
And,by the time the sun was beginning to set bringing the gentlest orange glow to the garden, we were done.
The end nearest the house the Yin.. Unchanged and settled.
And the other end, the Yang.
All new and ready to flourish.
I would just like to end with a " Thank You" to all my lovely followers who take the time to leave comments here at " Chalky's" it's so reassuring that the only time I find myself talking just to myself is actually by choice not design.