Autumn has arrived. After last week's Indian summer, it's now very cool and very wet. All of a sudden those familiar autumnal smells of damp ground, wet leaves and wood smoke fill the air. And it's been raining. A lot. So much so, that I have been a little concerned about our brand new garden.
It's almost a week since all the action in the garden. By some magic, a clever bloke with a spray can and another clever bloke driving (well it was more like dancing really, delicate moves whilst pivoting on his scoop) a large excavator has, using something like 18 cubic metres of clean fill, 16 cubic metres of compost, 8 cubic metres of gum mulch and 20 cubic metres of sawdust, turned our scruffy, hodgepodge of a yard, into the beginnings of a garden.
We now have 3 times as much flat lawn area (well, will be lawn when the seeds grow), a hedge made up of 140 westringias, and curves. Lots of curves. We have snaky winding paths and curvy garden beds and a sweeping well defined driveway. It's beautiful. And very grown up.
Apart from the hedges, nothing else is planted and the garden beds have been thickly mulched to patiently wait until winter for their new plants. No instant garden makeover here, these things take time. It's all looking a bit brown right now. And a little autumnal.