The Lavatera stands proudly in the garden, her hot pink blooms make me smile as I recall the first garden that I ever planted one of her varieties. It was 1993 and we had just moved away from the hard concrete streets of East London and into a town in mid Essex. A better life for our two boys, away from the big smoke and noisy streets of E6. I craved open green spaces for them to run free, somewhere safe with a nice garden.
We found our safe haven in Essex and after spending our first night sleeping on our king sized mattress that had been hastily dumped on the floor, I find myself surrounded by brown boxes that have 'Bedroom' scrufferly scrawled across the front with black marker pen. The bare window is open and sounds of bird's singing emulate from the tree's that line the street of yellow brick, 1960's semi's. I feel like I'm on holiday and I lay there for a moment, enjoying my new found tranquillity. Blissfully, I listen and I hear no car alarms, police sirens or music pumping from the speakers of a car stereo. Just birdsong. Peaceful birdsong. I become suddenly, very aware of my surroundings and I feel baffled that I had never noticed the lack of birds singing in London before.
Eagerly, I jump out of bed, excited to spend the first day in our new home. The smell of bacon, coffee and pancakes fill my senses, and entice me down the stairs and into a bright yellow kitchen. A twenty two year old Papa Syder is busily frying our breakfast, the crunchy sizzle urges me to lean over his shoulder and inhale the mouth watering aroma of crispy bacon. He turns to me, places a tender kiss on my forehead and asks "Coffee?". As if he even needed to ask.
|Making Plans For our new garden (1993)|
The tree offers a welcome shade from the morning sun and I know it will be perfect to hold a swing for my two blonde haired boys. I begin to make plans for our new garden, A garden that will be filled with Lavatera and many memories to come.