.. there's a ramble on the way!
I know not many visitors pass through here, but that's ok. But when I wonder who those visitors are.. what lives they lead.. I have an idea of who I'd like them to be.
Family people. Kind people. People who think deeply and care about stuff. They have a close circle of friends who don't compete for attention. A wonderfully content middle-aged female living in a remote region on the other side of the world maybe. She lives with her doting husband in a quirky cottage or small farmhouse. She bakes apple pie and makes her own jam. They have a bit of land or a big garden and grow their own fruit, vegetables and herbs. Their children live happily close by with their respective doting partners, all of whom visit regularly. They have enough space and time to tend to a few hugely spoilt pets. They own a battered old vehicle, but it gets them into the nearest town a couple of miles away. ( A friendly close-knit town where everyone genuinely cares about everyone-else.) The garden is well established, with trees that cool in the summer heat and shelter during the winter storms .. and an abundance of pretty flowers that thrive in the sunshine and collect droplets of rain in the winter. The surrounding area is a wide open space with fantastic sunset views, space for quadcopter flying and telescope placement. There are grand mountains with challenging inclines to clamber, and gentle pathways to wander. A short drive away there is a coast and never-ending views of the beautiful ever-changing ocean. Time goes slowly where they live, but passes easily with no worry. And yes there are many, many roses around the door. She hasn't quite yet subsribed to my posts, but having stumbled upon my blog the other week, finds herself checking in from time to time. A certain phrase that I use, or event that I mention, resounding somehow in her mind. The wondering begins again for her.. what would it be like to live in a busier place, closer to a wider variety of people. To stock her shelves with newly introduced supermarket items. She glances in the mirror and thinks maybe, one day.
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