Loving living in the country right now, here’s why:
On Sunday afternoons the crazy cat and I sit in the grass and contemplate the meaning of life… well… the cat does that, and I read a book, or draw, or nap.
My nearest neighbours are a row of tree stumps. They’re dead quiet.
My country garden is AMAZEBALLS with all the flowering right now. I’ve never had a real garden all of my own before.
The chickens seem to have toned down their assault on my gardens out the front. Mostly because I took my declaration of war quite seriously, and built a wall of stone, and surrounded it with lavender, which actually repells quite a few things.
Living in the country is awesome because I get to have my very own guard cat. He’s quite ferocious. Especially around ribbons, and dangly things.
My Pohutakawa brings all the bees to the yard… Which I’m actually cool with, because bees are not spiders.
And the final reason why the country is better than living in the city? My roof grows it’s won grass, which is charming in a sort of a gross way (because I have tank water, which is also collected off the roof.)
Basically the countryside in general is charming in a sort of a gross way.