The View from My Window

Reader Contribution by Cam Mather
Published on August 18, 2011
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When we lived in suburbia I ran our
business, Aztext Electronic Publishing, out of our basement. I had
started in an office, wore a tie to work, joined the Chamber of Commerce
and did all the usual business stuff. But once the business got going
and I was working crazy long hours, the office seemed irrelevant so I
moved into the basement. It was great to be able to work from home and
spend time with my daughters. We set up a craft table for them in the
office, and they quickly learned to tone down the noise level whenever
the phone rang and I needed to speak to a client.

The downside to
locating my office in the basement was that the window looked out on to
the driveway and most of the time I looked up at the underside of our
car. Oh it was a beautiful undercarriage, but uninspiring. Okay I lied.
Most of the time our car was rusting out as we put every penny into
paying off our mortgage so we could escape to the woods.

And
escape we did. And now it’s very rare that anyone who gets the tour of
this place doesn’t comment on the amazing view from my office. And I
must concur. It is a dream come true. I look out at trees that cover
some of our 150 acres and it’s just an amazing place to work and write.

When
we moved here there was a small depression near the house that had been
left by earthmovers grabbing fill for the road when it was upgraded
past our house. At that time the owners of this place lived in the city
and so they didn’t mind some topsoil being scraped off. It breaks my
heart to think of what little topsoil that was there being dumped in the
road, but I did notice this depression tended to hold water longer in
the spring. So I had backhoe in to dig it even deeper and now we have a
pond to look at. In the spring it’s a small lake and we often have
mergansers nesting in the boxes that Michelle’s dad built for us. We
also have several muskrats that make their home here and I cannot help
but sing The Captain and Tennille’s song “Muskrat Love.” Something must
be going in their den.

In the winter the pond becomes the skating
rink and as I’ve blogged about before, I take great joy in my skating
rink. You can’t conveniently buy a skating rink, but each winter I get
to enjoy skating on my own pond, which, as a Canadian, is deeply
engrained in my DNA.

The view out of my office window has been
upgraded over the years, a “continuous quality improvement” sort of
endeavor. Our first solar tracker (the diagonal piece of steel at the
bottom right) had two rounds of solar panel additions, and then we built
the second tracker with room for more, which we eventually managed to
fill up.

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