Seeing the Forest for the Trees
Photo by Mary Nida Smith
One thing I love about Our Little House being so far out in the country is the quiet.
I can sit in the morning, as I have all this week, on the party deck or on the covered front porch with the Fearsome Four, reading the newspaper and drinking coffee with nothing but the occasional buzz of the hummingbirds coming for a drink off of the feeder.
However, this summer, there’s been an unnatural hum ringing through the mountains that the dogs have even noticed.
