From One May to the Next
It's been almost a year since we made an offer on a house in Kent and didn't get it. It is almost a year since we first took a serious look at what became our house.
Quite a lot of changes have crowded into the intervening year. It's interesting to look back and see how my perspective has altered accordingly. The sale of the house we didn't get fell through, as far as we can tell. Neener-neener on them, I say. That other house was between the tracks anyway -- the additional noise from the trains would have been a pretty serious downside. From up on the rise of East Hill, the trains are romantically melancholy, rather than disturbing racket.
In our yard, I've discovered there are three apple trees, not just two, and in the house all the light from those window corners more than compensates for the boxiness. I haven't figured out what all the mystery plants in the garden are, but whatever the irissy-looking things under the big apple are, they're going to bloom purple. Who knows, maybe they are iris. Either way, I do like purple. Meanwhile, the upper terrace of the yard you see above has gone wild and tangly and must be beaten back into submission. It's all one big adventure.