In Canterbury, I look out my window every day. There's a little yard. And on each side the neighbor's yards. Both are a bit dilapidated, but they each have their own special charm. One of the fences separating the yards blew over during a night of gusty winds when we first moved in. It's been in a state of disrepair ever since, strewn across our lawn. Beyond the yard, is a small car park. Beyond that some small houses. Surrounding this, decorating this, are trees and bushes, grass. Above all that there is wide sky. On exceptional days, the clouds are out puffing along at the same steady pace as the wind. On gray days, the skies are still beautiful, only in a stark, minimal sort of way.
Even with all this gorgeous landscape right outside my window, there's still something even more satisfying to see: the birds! Especially with Spring blooming, the birds are especially giddy. Flying in flocks or solo, the best is when a bird comes swooping from above my house and I get a quick glimpse of its belly. It's a surprise and a delight. Or there are the birds that like to peck and poke at the dirt in search of food. Or the birds that hop hop hop from one bare branch to the next until it flies off. There's also a local black and white cat that likes to pick its way through the long green grass. I've witnessed it intent on some prey, or slowly licking a paw, or nipping at some spare tendril of leaf.
And now a crap iPhone picture of my home from the backyard (the fence has since been picked up).
Your Broad Abroad,