Do you ever have days when you wish you lived somewhere else?
I had that feeling over the weekend.
I was frustrated by how far I lived from a 'big town'.
I wanted a weekend where I could buy a paper and a coffee at breakfast instead of waiting until 10am, to window shop, see a movie and be surrounded by strangers. To see new things, people and ideas.
It sounds silly and selfish now but at the time...
I went for a long walk yesterday.
The sun was setting through the clouds, cockatoos flying to roost, the smell of Sunday mown lawn and the choof choof of sprinklers.
When I got home, my elderly neighbour had left a dozen baby blue chook eggs on the top step.
This is why I live here.
I may get frustrated and have a whinge from time to time but that is a choice.
These photos where taken by myself and family. I wanted to share a small glimpse of home.
Why I live where I love...
And mostly love it.
Car grave yard.
It's amazing where things grow. Desert flowers on a sand dune.
The sky after a sun shower.
My neices entertaining themselves in the back of the toyota while mum and dad work.
The daintiest white flower taking on wiry grass and cracked red soil.
A haybale xmas tree on the main road. It lit up at night.
The barest paddock I've ever seen fenced off.
The most amazing colours.
Native flower with winged open pods.