I know what makes ours great. Neighbours know each other by name and say hello as they pass. They help each other out - whether it’s lending tools or baby-sitting or feeding the chooks when you go on holidays. They share garden produce and stop to discuss the weather when they go for walks. Although it’s a fairly new housing estate on the outskirts of our state capital it feels like an old fashioned country town. It’s a much gentler life than living right in the city.
When we were taking possession of our house, five years ago now, the builder stopped and said “Listen.” There was not a sound – absolute silence. We knew we had made a good choice.
It’s not always silent though.
Each morning there is a dawn chorus as the neighbourhood birds start looking for breakfast.
Then later in the day you will hear a hen or two announcing that they’ve laid an egg.
When it’s windy our wind chimes ring and the bamboo creaks.
When it rains there are frogs croaking.
And of course, when a car pulls into our driveway, there’s Missy barking.
Sometimes, well often actually, I complain about the time it takes to drive to work each day. (I hate being stuck in peak hour traffic and have been known to mention it, but that’s another story). Arriving home makes up for it.
When I get to the top of the hill I know I’m ALMOST home.
I can capture the view with my camera but not the feeling.
Every house is set on an acre of land. The people who live in the houses have chosen to live here for the quiet and the space. Most have great gardens. Many have chickens. There are lots of dogs that go for walks with their owners each afternoon. The dogs as well as the people know each other and stop for a chat along the way or greet each other through the fence.
So what do I like about our neighbouhood?
The miniature horses on the corner block who are super-cute,
the boat ramp to the river,
the walking track through the nature reserve,
the neighbours, and of course, their wonderful gardens.