“The hardest thing in the world to keep is a secret.
No matter how hard you try, someone always finds out.
Even the best-kept secrets are eventually exposed to the light of day.”
“He who loves an old house never loves in vain.”
– Isabel La Howe Conant, late 19th Century author
And every old house needs a backyard and a dog………… or two.
This amazing, little old house was built nearly one hundred years ago and the oak tree that you get a glimpse of in the first photo (on the right) is one hundred and seventeen years old (you can measure the age of an oak tree by its circumference. one inch per year). This means that the original couple who built this house probably laid out the garden many years before they began building. We know a little bit about the original owners because when we moved in there was a very old bloke living across the road from us and he had lived in our street for many years. He remembers when they died and the family came and dug out many of the plants that they had nurtured! He was disgusted. He would be very sad to know that his descendants unloaded his excellent old house the minute he died. The lady who bought the house has been a good neighbour, most of the time.
The window in the photo above is the reason we now own this house. The owner at the time asked me to repair this window and I instantly fell in love with this house. Years later the next owner asked me to repair another leadlight panel for him and I told him that I’d been at his house before. He showed me around and showed off all the improvements he had made and as I was leaving I said that if he ever wanted to sell the house that he should ring me. He laughed and said that there was no way he would ever sell that house.
Fast forward a decade and he makes that call.
A few months later and we are the new owners of this house.
One day I will post the story of our journey to living here. It is an excellent story and deserves it’s own post.
The 117 year old oak tree is on the right.
Back in the day I was approached by a bloke who collected tins. He wanted to sell a big chunk of his collection so that it would not be a burden on his wife when he died. He was a great bloke and although I could not afford to keep all of them I did manage to hang on to a few.
Our front deck looks over a creek so we get a few visitors who drop in to dry off after bathing.
My wife gets the credit (or the blame) for photos 1, 3, 4, 8, 9, 10 and 11