For almost eighteen years we’ve lived in a house that I thought had no yard.
Our family, including two sons and a dog named Boss, live close to the beach, which is awesome, but it means the land size is small. Think postage stamp and you’d be close.
As our house is set back from the street, we have a front garden and no back yard, just a paved courtyard with clothesline.
This was fine until the kids (and dog) came along, and I’ve been yearning for a yard ever since. Just somewhere they could kick a ball around would be wonderful.
Even before the house, it’s our front garden that you see as you enter through our front gate. Your eyes fall on a cobblestone stencilled concrete driveway (bit daggy) with off street parking space and single garage. An unruly Murraya hedge demands your attention next and there’s a small front porch. Finally your eyes find a small lawn area with a couple of mature palm trees which now resemble poles reaching to the sky.