Thursday, May 25, 2006

From my window – again

However beautiful, I don’t think I could move to a house in the countryside. I like people too much. I like exchanging a few words with neighbours, I like hearing the hum of their lawn mowers on a Sunday, I like hearing the whoops and yelps of children having fun. I like sitting at my desk, looking out of the window at people walking past. This could be a very good place to grow old in.


Blogger Peceli and Wendy's Blog said...


Living in a vibrant city, yeah, is great - (though some people call our city of 170,000 'Sleepy Hollow') with a few spells in quieter places.

One time P and I were given a holiday house and left the three kids to batch. No callers, no telephone, no-one we knew. It was near the sea but in winter. After three days we took off for the city (Melbourne) to stay with friends, yarn, tell stories. Isolation was just too different!

For me, going back to drawing makes me observe so much more than the usual walk through the city. I notice colours, textures, shapes much more.

5/28/2006 5:15 AM  
Blogger Alison said...

Yes, I agree with you, Julie - we once took a Sunday afternoon drive into the country during a drought and I said to myself "if ever you think you'd like to live in the country, remember this" - it was altogether so desolate and mentally as well as physically desicating for me. I like people watching too.

6/06/2006 1:17 PM  

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