So this came about because I wanted to like someone’s post on their blog. Then I thought I’d see how much it cost, there was a free option and then, well, here I am.
In my defence I have been wanting to do this for some time but wasn’t exactly sure how to go about it and of course what to write about. It was Agatha Christie who, in one of her novels, said once you get started writing was easy, knowing when to stop was another matter. So I’m getting started.

At the moment I’m organising some new accommodation and planning the garden to go around it. So when I was looking at domain names I chose mine because I am looking to have more than a place live but a place that felt like I was home. Home to me has always meant a garden. I’ve lost track of how many I’ve created and left behind. So much moving.

I realised, as I came to write, that most of my life has been a search for home. Brought to Australia as a four year old with my grandparents and mother, being part of a family who moved a lot meant home was where I made it. Always there was a part of me that wanted something more settled. Everywhere I went, as I grew up, I had gardens. Gardens in pots or gardens in the ground. Home, is after all is somewhere you can put roots down.

Now my ideas for the blog have become in part a biography/memoir and part planning for the new dwelling and garden. I’m hoping you won’t find it too tedious. This blog is my invitation to you to come along as I visit my past and look with me to the future. As for now I’m going to stop. Stop and plan, stop and plant.