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Burnie
12-18-2006 04:52:49
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Re: looking out the window in reply to ken in texas, 12-17-2006 13:51:34
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Have just spent a couple of hours watching TV with Mrs Burnie. Had the blinds open on the front windows and could see our Christmas lights. I've moved them off the house and down to the front garden this year. Nothing real flash, just enough so the cars slow down a bit when they go past. We're on larger blocks here, just out of town, anything from half to 10 acres. Everyone knows every one else, and you usually get a wave if you're in the front garden or shed. My favorate window is the one over the kitchen sink. It faces South and looks over the back yard towards the Warrego Highway which is the main route from Brisbane to western Queensland. The general view doesn't change much, usually green in summer and brown in winter. No matter what time of the day or night, you don't have to wait long before you see a road train heading west on a run up to Mt.Isa or Darwin or heading east with produce from the Ord river in the Northern Territory. Tuesday is busy with cattle trucks, our local sale yards handle up to 7000 head. We are also getting a lot of wide loads, mainly mining equipment and sectons of the new power station. Around Easter time the farmers rule the road. Cotton modules going into the Gin (I can see the lights in the distance)cotton bales heading out, pickers and harvesters going every which way, sharing the road with endless convoys of 4 wheel drives loaded down with camping gear. Every weekend brings the young stockmen in their Utes, heading east with fat pay checks and high hopes and returning some time later with empty pockets and sore heads. And all the time are the every day locals going about their business. Beyond the highway is a vast black soil plain, one of the richest and most productive farming areas in Australia, where in summer, storm clouds gather and rise high in the air, then dump icey rain on the bare cracked earth and winter days are mild and clear and the nights crisp and frosty. It is in this country where, as a farmer, I feel I've done my best work. It's a pleasure to look out of my kitchen window, and a privilege to be a part of what I see.
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