The Illusion of Country


The phrase “rus in urbe” is foreign to me.

I recognize that it is Latin. I understand that it means “the illusion of countryside created by a building or a garden in a city”.

My small world response is “why is that needed?”

Before the deluge of responses that explain the need for nature in a city, let me account for my seeming ignorance.

I live in the country. To be a little more descriptive, I live 15 miles from the closest town (which is not really a town as it is unincorporated but it has some bars, a little park, a post office and some houses.) I am nearly 30 miles from the nearest grocery store. It is isolated and rural.

Yesterday, a warmer and drier day than those previous, sent me outside with my camera. This is my reason for not understanding the needs of the city.

Every picture taken in my yard.

So, you see, it is hard for me to fathom living in a city. It is hard to fathom not living where the lizard suns himself and the dogs run (almost) free. It is hard to fathom living where the sound of a running creek is not heard at bedtime. It is hard to fathom hearing sounds other than those of frogs, coyotes, fox, bees, or wind. It is hard to fathom living anywhere else.

There may come a time when closer contact with civilization may be necessary. Age brings challenges that can require immediate assistance. Driving can become an issue.

But until that time comes, (And I am positive that my family will advise me when that happens.) I will enjoy my country spot. I will take pictures of the lizards and the chemise, the creek and the sky. I will revel in the warmth of the sun and cold of the frost.

I wish for everyone to know the peace that such a place can bring.

I really do understand the need for rus in urb.

 

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6 comments

  1. That’s exactly the point. We all need the things you (and I in in fact) take for granted, but not all of us have that luxury. My little grandson lives (with his family of course!) in London, and loves the contact he has with nature – inspecting ants trailing along the paving slabs, watching the pigeons squabbling in the trees, visiting the ducks and swans on the pond in the park, watching the blossom drift from the trees in springtime – enriches his life beyond measure. It really isn’t feasible for his parents to live in the countryside – in fact there wouldn’t be much countryside left if we all claimed our share of wilderness. The city itself is softened and ‘humanised’ by its patches of th natural world. I was in Seoul a few years ago, and though it does have parks, you can go many hundreds and hundreds of metres without seeing much in the way of trees, plants, birds or insects. It was exhausting. Town dwellers need their ‘rus in urbe’, quite definitely.

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  2. How lucky you are to be surrounded by such natural beauty — and luckier still to appreciate it as you do. I hope you will be able to enjoy your precious patch of land for many, many, many more years.

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  3. What a wonderful place you live in! I live in a big city (Moscow, Russia) and I have a big park right near my flat (5 minutes walk), which comprises of lakes, a forest, a natural spring, and many other wonderful natural things. I love spending time there, especially in summer, but other times of the year are also special. I’m someone who needs to live in a city, but I always need some kind of nature close by. Thanks for sharing your space with us. Visiting from Esme’s Salon and pinned. 🙂

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  4. Thank you for reading about my little corner of the world. I am glad that you have some place to enjoy the beauty of this planet! Stop by my site as often as you like.

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