With one figurative yet masterful stroke of the chainsaw, the last vestige of gloom from the previous inhabitants was purged from the House at Porter Street.
Hip hip hooray. Hip hip hooray. You get the message.
Props to the fellas from Out on a Limb (0419 882 740). They were ace.
The only personages bemoaning the great expunging are relatively small and therefore voiceless: the league of snails inhabiting walls formerly clad in ivy blankets,
the flock of oversized mosquitoes displaced from the bay tree, the hapless praying mantis who'd been minding his own business in a miscellaneous sap-leaking fruit tree,
and Poppy and Bongo who went to sleep inside when the heavy machinery started and woke five hours later to find the landscape somewhat altered:
It's actually hard to conceive of just how oppressive all those conifers and the baytrees were, not to mention the oversized and unruly, overplanted everything else. But now, actually from the instant that bank of conifers was gone, the garden has been opened up to a whole world of light and prettiness and movement and functionality.
It is up to us now to do what it takes to make that happen, one garden bed at a time...