Saturday, December 16, 2006
Out in the country
Went to get the mail a minute ago. One of the things I like about living on 3 acres is the quiet. As I walked up the driveway, I noticed it was quiet as usual. But then, you start to listen and you hear a lot. The wind through the leaves still on the trees, the wind rustling the leaves that have already fallen. The whine of a saw as a neighbor down the hill works on a project. The distant strains of a radio. The far away rumble of traffic on the main road or the highway.
The wind carried the clouds quickly by. It also brought the scent of leaves burning and a slight chill.
The leaves are mostly gone and I can see more--but still not much--of the neighbors down the hill. Just enough trees so that we each know the other is there, but plenty of trees to give us each privacy.
The wind carried the clouds quickly by. It also brought the scent of leaves burning and a slight chill.
The leaves are mostly gone and I can see more--but still not much--of the neighbors down the hill. Just enough trees so that we each know the other is there, but plenty of trees to give us each privacy.
