This is difficult when the garden being shown is so large and, although I’ve used two pictures, there are still parts that are not in the frame.
The garden was built by myself from scratch. Not only was the garden built by me but together with my husband we physically built the house. We were thrilled when the first room was framed and then the next. Luckily Roger realised at that point that the house was not going to fit on the cement slab. My fault. I was in charge of plan reading and I had put the wrong frame to the edge. Easily fixed although much unbolting and swearing were done in the process.
After the house was completed we built the swimming pool and not being able to stop we built the boat house down by the dam. Whilst we were still building the house I started on the garden. Roger being English could not tolerate our messy vegetation and took it upon himself to mow the grass so the entire area was parklike. I read somewhere curved garden beds allowed a mower to manoeuvre around them easily and although he begged me not to create any more (it’s difficult to stop once you start) it was because of my inability to manage the weeds in the ones I already had.
As the beds were my project I was expected not to call for help. The soil was a hard clay, nutrient rich but impossible to dig. To overcome this I laid newspaper, raked the grass clippings from the 6 acres Roger cut and placed them on top. A massive no dig garden. I designed frost flow so that I could have tropical plants despite our frequent winter frosts. A great side benefit to this was I was as fit as a flea. For this reason only do I miss my garden. By the time we moved I was over the maintenance but boy was I proud of my creation.