Monday, November 11, 2013
Every day — in the late afternoon or early evening — I take Clementine for a walk. It started as a way to get her to sleep, but now it's one of my favourite parts of the day. Sometimes I push her in the pram, but more often than not, I carry her close in a carrier. I love to watch her as she slowly surrenders to sleep. Her squishy cheeks against my chest, her pouty lips, her slow belly breathing...
As I walk past old sandstone terraces and tiny workers' cottages, I peer into open doors and windows. I can't help myself; naturally nosy, I like to see how other people live. And I wonder about the families I see — where do they work? How many kids do they have? How long have they lived here? I also catch myself daydreaming of the day when we have our own little cottage with a backyard to play in, and a letterbox where the mail doesn't go missing.
But even though we don't live in our dream house yet, I'm reminded of just how charming our neighbourhood is. And it doesn't cost anything to admire the beauty all around us. Especially at this time of year, when the jacarandas are in bloom and their purple blossoms litter the footpaths.