I am joining in with Sami and others for Monday Mural.
We lived in our small and modest house in Balaclava for eight or so years. We have wonderful memories of life there when we had lots of friends, family visits, hosting Christmases, our gorgeous back courtyard with one wall covered in creeping ficus, another with potato creeper, one with wisteria, yet another with ivy, overhung by a large silver birch tree and invaded at times by a neighbours bougainvillea.
Hydrangeas bloomed in the summer on the well shaded western wall. We had a barbeque and an eight seat outdoor table covered by a huge umbrella. All history and memories now, especially in our locked down lives. Life moves on, things change. No going back. Just great memories.
The supermarkets and other shops were a couple of minutes walk away, so we never shopped weekly. Almost daily one of us would walk along Woodstock Street from Rosamond Street to the shops.
Woodstock Street is quite different now to what it was. There certainly wasn't a mural on this wall, but there now is. I can't see any meaning in this work, but nevertheless, I like it.