What can you see outside your bedroom window?

Mt Bartle Frere, the tallest mountain in Queensland. (It's night now, so I can't see it. But I think it's still there.)

My back yard. Still full of violets, bluebells, and dandelions, but increasingly in need of mowing.

A bay on the Eastern coastline of Newfoundland. This was yesterday evening from the window.

My raised bed garden-- pretty barren right now, then a lovely green wheat field and then a field of yellow flowers. The view is open fields and pasture all the way to Old Fifty Highway, about a mile away. --s6

Primeval jungle, basically.

My neighbor's trees, some houses, and the Andes Mountains. The mountains look beautiful when they are covered in snow, but as it hasn't snowed yet they look like a huge stone wall.

An mixed oak grove, mostly live oak, following a stream. When the angle of the sun is right, a place where the stream widens out reflects a patch of brilliant blue. This time of year, purple wildflowers dot the grass, which will start to turn brown later this month. You can catch a glimpse of the Sierras between the trees, although because of the drought, there's hardly any snow on them at all this year. And sometimes, a meandering white horse.

The Lake (along with the occasional ducks and swans)

The Trees...lots and lots of budding, blooming trees...

Which means I can't open my windows and let the fresh air in, which would be sudden and absolute death to me: The stuffy-nosed allergy sufferer.

This. I keep them very close to the house, compared to most people with horses.

Wow, some of you have beautiful views. Willie! Wow. Out my bedroom window is nothing special--typical LA suburban, walled-in backyard. But looking South from my patio I have a nice view of the Santa Monica Mtns, but that'll be gone in the next few months, as they're putting up a condo bldg at the corner.

Houses. Grass. Streets. Cars. Just the edge of the park.

Typical suburban landscape.

Our tiny back yard. Tiny because I hate taking care of grass.

~ 30 feet beyond, a classic tumble-down New England field-stone wall that marks the southern border of our property. Grey slabs and rounds, covered in veins and doilies of whitish-green lichen.

Beyond that, at least a hundred acres of mixed-hardwoods forest that the state owns (watershed protection land).

I write there. But mostly when it's too dark to see any of that.

One bedroom window faces our driveway, which ends beside the house, so I see my car. The other faces the cul-de-sca (we're at the middle point of it, so I get this lovely view of the entire, little neighborhood from all the front windows). It's good stuff, this living-in-the-'burbs-thing. Still new to me, but nice.

Spring is in full swing here.

I spy with my little eye rooftops dotted between just about every green on the palate, vibrant against the looming mountains blacked out by the incoming storm.

I face the front, so I get the perfect view of Suburbia, USA.

I live on the inland edge of a peaceful coastal village and have the branch line to the harbour and power station between me and the fields of dairy cattle. There is the neighbouring city five miles out, and can clearly make out the hospital, memorial and one of the universities. Behind that are the foothills of the pennines climbing steeply in to the distance.

The view recently gained four massive wind turbines but it's a view I know I'll miss when we move later this year and likely have no view at all, but for another row of Victorian terraced houses.

A bench arbor in one of my rose gardens, with tea olives and tree wisteria beyond, then the rolling hill meadow of my neighbor's across the road. There is a pretty little white church steeple at the far bottom of the hill that I have in the view, too

I'm walling in that garden due to the noise of the fast traffic, but the hill, steeple, wisteria and trees are all tall enough to see over where the walls will be! I can't wait It's very cozy, that view.

I see halos of white clouds above the Cleveland National Forest foothills.

What are tea olives? They sound s beautiful and non-Kansasy--s6

Damn, all i get is the aging roof on a room addition and a narrow yard in dire need of being mowed next to a garage in dire need of being painted.

My next door neighbor...
Which is why I keep the curtains closed.

for the varied views.

Our second-story view is a line of Douglas firs, the tall state evergreen. Not always the case in rainy Oregon, but this morning, the sky above the pine needles and cones is clear blue.