Measuring time.

Dream house, dream life, yeah right. Dream on…

Measuring time.

November 13, 2015

This is a photo of my Dad, in 1978, 3 years after we moved here, with Rhododendron “White Pearl” making a great comeback from it’s hard prune.(It was about 25 years old at this time).
This is White Pearl this year. 2015OCT31 079a

2015OCT31 101a

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Garden, Normal

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Tira Atkins said:

November 17, 2015 at 1:33 am

WOW!!! That is soooooo gorgeous!! Wishing you continued good luck w/ all your hard work. I can understand emotional attachment to a house, the HOME, you grew up in. The memories alone can be overwhelming.
neroli said:

November 17, 2015 at 8:12 am

Seriously impressive!!

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Having just managed to buy the house I've lived in since I was nine I'm now in a race against time to refashion it to house myself in the sort of comfort I think I deserve and three students to pay the huge mortgage that I wouldn't have if I hadn't been so emotionally attached to this house and the garden.
The house number is 28, a lucky number in my family, the house where I was born was also no. 28. The street is an Aboriginal word for eucalyptus (gum trees). There are no gum trees on the property.