I like our new Study. It is in the third and good sized bedroom, with a walk-in-robe that has become our library.
The window looks out into the neighbours' massive trees, in their full height, mango and fig trees, giant lovely things, with high fronds and creepers abundant, to remind us that all things change and influence all things and there is a general connectedness to all living things.
I'm sure that some nights we will see sweet big eyed possums up high there.
It is an almost Hemingway type outlook.
If I only had a cross-bow.
Sigh.
We have named the neighbours' dogs 'Phil', all of them, as its easy to remember, and this way we can sometimes call out to them "Hey Phil, shut up!" Equally, if the nights are too quiet: "Hey Phil, wake up!"
If only I had a cross-bow.
Sigh.
It's a good writing place.
If you could see beyond the trees you would see the distant green mountain near Yarrabah that we have named Wang-Fitzpatrick Mountain, in honour of the noble gods in these heirloomed and sweet rites of passage.
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