Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Special Edition: Cottage
I was going to show my son what the real countryside is. Open landscape, houses far on horizon, plowed fields, wind in tree tops and first of all no dirt, just that kind of clean dirt. Place where he can run wherever he wants to. He was perplexed. He is a city man. He likes watching cars going by, people around, noises and smells and mainly he likes cafes, where people bring something yummy to you on your table. None of this here in the village. Just some wet grass he was afraid to step on, open vast fields and endless sky were rather scary than beautiful.
As for me, I actually remember similar feelings from my own childhood and I grew up in a small town! I remember that everything in the countryside was yukky, who knows why, I definitely have the opposite idea today when I take Dominik out and have to prevent him from all the mess laying around. There is nothing wrong with wet rotten leaves on a muddy wood path anymore. So, my son will have to get used to this new type of outings I am going to do with him. Otherwise, I have nothing against the cafe regulars, because I am a one.
More pics at flickr.