Besotted by the view

If I am not actually outside I am looking outside. I’ve always been this way. Times (in life) I haven’t had access to windows, I hated it. Years ago when I did one of those personal exercises where you list things you’d want in a job, I included windows.

A few weeks ago an ailing tree very nearby was removed. As long as I’d known the tree it’d had a major gouge at its base and I suppose that kept it from flourishing. As the tree was close it both blocked the view beyond it somewhat and effectively “stopped the eye.” I didn’t realize that exactly till it was gone.

The “new” view features two further away trees which are dead. Years ago when it was obvious to me the first one was toast, I left a polite note on the presumed owner’s mailbox, basically saying, Hello Neighbor, just want you to know your tree looks like it’s dead. The owner didn’t do anything about it and as of this summer the tree to its right also looks mostly dead.

Oct 18

Nov 5

Nov 11

Another angle

Having dead trees nearby isn’t ideal and while I’m not the greatest judge of distances, it does seem like if one of ’em was to fall over from its base in this direction, well, I might see it up close & personal as it crashed through a window. But, thinking about it, in my experience, dead trees left to their own affairs tend to come down in pieces. 

Initially, I thought, oh great, a view of two dead trees. But I soon changed my tune. The birds, especially woodpeckers LOVE the dead trees and they (birds) are fun to watch. And moreover, it’s now easier to watch all sorts of birds in flight in this lightly wooded area. The view is just broader, in every sense. The yard itself is having a really gorgeous fall too. I can’t stop looking out. No doubt novelty is part of the immediate appeal but I have to say that with everything that’s gone on this year, I appreciate and rely on little things like drinking in the view out the window more than ever. It relaxes and calms me, sure and steady.

 

14 thoughts on “Besotted by the view

  1. Pistachios

    You would hate working where I am – all the windows are blocked out (to keep out heat, but also there’s advertising on the outside). I sometimes joke that it could be snowing and we wouldn’t know (it never snows here).

    I’m glad your new view includes some feathered friends 🙂

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    1. Colette Post author

      I would hate that! 😯 How do you deal with it? The snow joke is a good one.😊 I find it very disorienting to be tucked inside an environment like that only to emerge outside at the end of the day to an entirely different world (which might include snow, or nightfall, or rain, or just all the added stimuli that comes with being outdoors).

      After I wrote this post, a magnificent pileated woodpecker turned up to peck on the dead tree!!

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      1. Pistachios

        It’s not much of a view, even if the windows weren’t blocked out, but I would like to be able to see the sky so I know when it’s sunset or if there are pretty clouds. Most of the time I’m too busy to think about what’s going on outside though 😅

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  2. SD Gates

    Tree are so expensive to remove. But at least you can see the woodpeckers. I absolutely hate being without windows, I feel so claustophobic. Even when I was little, the grade reports from boarding school always, always said something like – SD is a lovely little girl, but she does have a tendency to daydream out the window quite a bit.

    Perhaps all of us that write, need a window.

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    1. Colette Post author

      Claustrophobic, exactly. Like, I could never be happy with a basement apartment, no matter how cheap! Unlike you, I wasn’t ever really day-dreamy (fanciful, yes) because I’m hyper-attentive & curious about everything around me. Which is maybe another aspect of a writerly bent. Instead of a “room of her own”, maybe it’s a “window of her own” we need.

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