While it is a difficult thing to move an entire household hundreds of miles, it is also an exciting adventure. For it does no good to dwell on negative things, like the absence of grandma and grandpa and the lack of a single friend. No, one had better do constructive things, like find the local coffee shop and clean out the van.
I did just that yesterday, and I found that when I drove out of our valley in search of coffee, the wind was blowing. I had almost forgotten the sensation. This lack of a daily wind is an extraordinary thing for us, as we were used to a blasting gale that blew incessantly out on the wild plains of North Dakota.
When I pulled back into the driveway, I left the van outside for the children to clean and vacuum. The sun was shining with nary a breeze. The children threw sweatshirts on, even though the thermometer read 39 degrees, and went at it. I stood on the driveway, cappuccino in hand, and gazed around at the wooded hills. Amazing. No wind.
Later, when I went for a run around the neighborhood, I did encounter evidence of the wind on the other side of the “bowl,” however. Our valley, you see, is shaped like an oblong bowl. We’re situated on the northwest end, and when I ran around the park, which sits in the very center of the bowl, I noticed a few leaves tumbling across the sidewalk. When I looked around, indeed, a few tree branches were swaying. “Well,” thought I, “the wind can enter into this secluded haven after all.”
But surely there must be something terrible about living in a secluded, wooded valley with almost no wind?
And I’ve thought of it. There are 3 things which must be lamented.
- No more sunrises.
- No more sunsets.
- And I’ll bet the mosquitos are terrible in the summer.
For now, however, I’ll enjoy the calm. And did you know, we’ve got birds? Lots of birds! One can actually hear them in the house even, because there’s no wind.