There was a garden on a sunny hillside, with a Southern exposure.
This photo shows my front garden at my former house with my then-housemates. The little mutt on the left was named Coco. The Borzoi, who thought she was a lap dog, was Oaklara's Natasha Fatal. Sadly, they have both since passed on. The garden was in the front yard because the dogs had the backyard to themselves.
From the perspective of 14 years distance, it is clear that the shape of the bed was too curvy and contrived. Also, there was too much emphasis on flowers. It also lacked structure and a focal point.
Last year I drove past the old house for the first time since moving. I was pleasantly surprised to see that the front garden remains, albeit with a more sensible outline.