Six years ago both house and garden were in a neglected state. The front garden was overgrown and two massive gum trees dominated the entire block. The front lawn, stunted trees and shrubs were removed two years ago. Tons of soil, mulch and pebbles were brought in and raised beds were planted with native grasses and shrubs from Wariapendi Native Nursery – these will gradually soften the edges of the pebble path as the plants mature. A lipstick maple, crab apples and s have been planted to add spring blossom and autumn colour. The front verandah is my special place to sit in the morning, or to enjoy the late afternoon sunshine all year round and see the rewards of all the hard graft.
Native birds are now appearing in increased numbers – fairy wrens, whip birds, satin bower birds, king parrots, lorikeets, a ‘wonga’ pigeon on its annual visit; and the magpies with their beautiful ‘birdsong’.
The overgrown back yard with its rotting fruit trees, grass, rock, clay and massive run–off after heavy rain, is gradually being developed into gardens. A lot of soil improvement has taken place, however I have planted natives which don’t mind a clay soil. What grows well I will happily plant more of!
My garden is my relaxation and a great outlet after working all week in an office environment. It will continue to evolve; there are no ‘design rules’ and there never will be; it is about what gives me joy and a sense of achievement. It’s been rewarding to realise that I can actually get things to grow (most of the time!).
Birdsong – The Name
Listening to the twittering of the now visiting fairy wrens, carolling magpies, the ‘crack’ of the whip birds and other native birds is why I have called my home ‘Birdsong’. Sometimes the reverie is given a ‘shakeup’ by the crazy squawking and dive bombing cockatoos though! Curly from Highland Forge made the signpost and my Uncle, a retired sign writer, did the signage – at eighty years of age, he still has a beautifully steady freehand.