Let me give you a description of the west view from our house. We are surrounded by paddocks, going all the way up a huge hill bordered by trees that go a long way left, right and back. We call it 'The Bush', and we sometimes go for walks there. There is a small valley with a few silver gums that sun will light up all of a sudden and make them sparkle. A recent house was just built in our view, but before that it was all just beauty. There is a great big dam at the bottom of the hill filled with lillie-pads, and when it floods a little a tiny stream flows down to a little dam to the north. There are a few trees dotted here and there, including a large silky-oak right in the middle. And, last of all, a single row of giant pine trees planted close together - either by man or by God - that watch over us by day and by night. I can't imagine our view without them.
There are always a few cows somewhere in our view, and this morning a tiny black calf with a white head was seen through my eyes, frolicking around it's mother and the other cows.
So far, it's peaceful, quiet and plain out beautiful. I hope it stays this way.
