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.

8 comments:

Jill said...

that cottage and countryside looks especially charming! looks like someplace i would like to visit :) i know, funny about city kids in the country...my kids are like that too...they don't quite get what to do in the country. i grew up in the country...sometimes i am baffled by the city life i now lead, but it's always exciting,none the less.

raining sheep said...

The cottage and country setting remind me of my grandmother's village, Kobily. I used to live with her when I was very young and loved playing with the kids in the village. We got into all kinds of mischief: we played on the railroad tracks, stole apples from people's trees, ate poppy seed from poppies that grew in fields. Squished frogs (I know, really gross) It was a lovely time.

Bohemian girl said...

Jill, I am pleased you like it. It is actually quite an ordinary cottage in a landscape that could be anywhere in this country, but I know that so close to my eyes every day and all the time (well..)I just tend to miss its actuall beauty. It is a friends cottage, I visit there sometimes.

Raina, that is just an essence of a childhood, the way it is supposed to be. It was quite common back in the 60s to stay with grandma while parents were at work all day. Also my brother did, I didnt and that determined my life, I guess. I had to go to a kindergarten. All these memories that you have must have a special atmosphere since you didnt grow up in the same settings. Lucky for you, on the other hand.

Line said...

that is so funny - I understand him, though. Powers of nature usually are more appearent on the countryside - I can get scared myself sometimes,even though I live in the middle of it.

Bohemian girl said...

You definitely live in a special place, as far as I can say from the photographs, I would get nicely scared there too. It is true that my little guy got scared of tree branches piled up along the path, he didn't understand what it was. How these feelings are coming back from my own childhood now.

Esti said...

I'm a city girl, but I try to take my children out to see some nature. Your pictures are great!

aino said...

this cottage tour is wonderful.

Francesca said...

Magda, I love these insightful posts of yours, where you deconstruct misconceptions. I believe wet grass just feels uncomfortably wet on your feet, unless you associate it to nature, and to the freedom of going barefoot!