So the big decision about the house has been made. Obviously, as a renter, it isn’t a decision on the same scale as buying a house. But all the same, when I look at all my stuff around me, I wonder what I could be thinking, by wanting to move to a smaller house. Simplifying your possessions is meant to be good for the soul, though, isn’t it? And there are many positives about the situation, and so we will proceed.
Well, we will proceed when a key can be aquired to open the door, that is. We still need to see inside, so we can double check whether we really-truly want the place.
While waiting for news about the key, we did keep looking at other houses on the ‘Net. There was one in particular that I always kept in the back of my mind; we looked it up and decided it had merit. We called, and got the a-okay to visit and so off we went to find it. We drove deep into the State forest to get there even faster. The road took us high up into the hills behind the towns we knew, and deep into old farming country. It is the sort of place where the names on the properties match the streets they are located on.
There is a wildness to the countryside up there. The earth is a Saharan Desert red, from the volcanic soil. And towering over the already tall hills, are jagged edged volcanic mountains which look as if they’ve been plucked directly from the set of a science fiction movie like Jurassic Park or Close Encounters of the Third Kind.
The farms along these back roads have much charm and character. We drove past rusty retired tractors, century-old cattle crushes, full dams, and a herd of gorgeous newborn calves and their mother’s. All the things you might expect from this time worn landscape.
However, while getting very close to our intended destination, and creeping along to find the right street number, I couldn’t have expected to see a fully grown male peacock in the neighbour’s drive way!
With it’s massive and majestic tail of iridescent plumage. I have never seen such a big beautiful peacock, with such a full tail. But there it was; shimmering blues and green and purples, as it stood there, a living jewel, on a dirt-track drive way, along a hidden dirt road.
After pausing just a moment, it turned away from us gracefully, as if to return to the house after its daily check of the maibox. And in an instant, we had driven on, and it was gone.