This is a bitter sweet moment for me. I love my garden, but life has a habit of creating change.
Ten years ago we were living in the heart of Auckland city with a tiny house – the perfect kind for the first rung on the property ladder. We had two tiny boys and I was recently diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. We decided we couldn’t stay there, it made sense to move. And so, with nervous trepidation we sold up and moved to the country.
This property ticked everything on the wish list – flat land for a garden, a big enough house for the boys to grow into, great water pressure, its own water supply and so much more. We felt so grown up moving to a home with a ensuite bathroom and walk in wardrobe. The only thing it didn’t have was the sea views that Hubby the Un-Gardener has longed for since before I even knew him. But there were dolphin tiles in the bathroom and that was a good enough sea view for me so I ticked that box too! We have since renovated the bathroom to a more modern style and so the ‘sea view’ was erased. To satisfy Hubby the Un-Gardeners wants from life I agreed we would look at moving again in 10 years to a more coastal property.
But I didn’t know then what I know now, I had no idea how my garden would grow and become part of my life story. Like the miller’s daughter in the fairy story Rumpelstiltskin, I quickly forgot my promise and time is up and Hubby the Un-Gardener has reminded me of it and I have to give up my garden. I love my garden beyond measure. I love that it has provided me with wonderful food – some things I never knew existed, others I never want to try again. It has helped to restore my health, through a good fresh whole food diet, good exercise, being in the sun absorbing all the vitamin D that is healing to an MSsy body. But is also gave me a career where one wasn’t possible in the ordinary sense. Because of the garden I have written three books and won an award as a public speaker. I’ve been on radio and TV numerous times. A career as a garden writer fits in so nicely around everything I have going on. Back then I would have never seen it coming.
The garden has humbly grown from a few small in ground beds to 36 well organised raised beds that are completely sustainable for our family to meet our vegetable needs. We eat like kings. I have found a way to manage such a large garden with minimal effort, and Hubby the Un-Gardener helping with the digging and heavy lifting.
The house itself has served us well, and I love living here. But a promise is a promise and with much reluctance, our house was listed on the market today. I am extremely grateful for the wonderful photos and drone videos taken of the property for the marketing of it. It is something I will always have – a moment in time when my garden was looking its absolute best after 10 years hard work.
But in the words of that great song Closing Time by Semisonic, “Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” And there will be a new beginning – a new garden. An even better garden, built on the experiences of this garden, all the “I wish I’d done that differently” will be rectified. It will be magnificent, and I’d love to take you with me into this new journey. I can’t say much about the new until we sell the old, but hopefully that will be very soon.
Come again soon – I’ll keep you updated as we ride this emotionally challenging wave down to the coast, but in the meantime we will garden on until the last possible moment.
Sarah the Gardener : o)
Check out here to view the listing and video: https://www.barfoot.co.nz/607476 Someone will be very happy here, just like we have been.