Friday evening the kids headed "into town" for an evening with friends at Relay for Life and a bite to eat. Glenn and I drove, instead, "up the hill" and made a picnic spot out of our not-yet-completed back deck.
Some Chardonnay, a couple of beers for Glenn; cheese, cold cuts, crackers, fruit. We took along our outdoor blanket and spread it out on the pressboard floor of our back deck. There we sat, munching and sipping away, just enjoying what will be our permanent porch in a few months.
Frankly, it's still kind of hard to believe we're here. And, my descriptive powers are insufficient in providing a minds-eye view of our future view!
Because of the under-garage, the back "porch" feels like it's on the second story. Our view of the ski hill and Caribou National Forest constantly surprises us with its changing faces. During summer evenings, they are ablaze in red with the setting sun.
Our neighborhood is very quiet, but using the word "neighborhood" may be a misnomer. While we have houses nearly every side of us, each place has a minimum of two acres; some of them even more.
We watched horses grazing, swallows dipping and flirting; we could hear the voices of a few neighbor kids in the distance out playing in the cooling shadows.
When an occasional vehicle does drive past our house, it's not going very fast due to the gravel road. And, because of the slope on the front of our lot, any car or pickup directly in front of our house is invisible from all windows.
Quite a contrast from our flat-lander views in Reese and the high-speed semi-trucks frequenting our road there!
One way to describe the contrast in serenity. . . Here, our back deck was absolutely quiet and peaceful. In Reese, on a warm summer evening, having the patio door open for the breeze meant sometimes missing out on television dialogue, because of noise interference from passing cars.
We stayed for nearly three hours, just looking. Can't wait to show it off to friends and family!
Some Chardonnay, a couple of beers for Glenn; cheese, cold cuts, crackers, fruit. We took along our outdoor blanket and spread it out on the pressboard floor of our back deck. There we sat, munching and sipping away, just enjoying what will be our permanent porch in a few months.
Frankly, it's still kind of hard to believe we're here. And, my descriptive powers are insufficient in providing a minds-eye view of our future view!
Because of the under-garage, the back "porch" feels like it's on the second story. Our view of the ski hill and Caribou National Forest constantly surprises us with its changing faces. During summer evenings, they are ablaze in red with the setting sun.
Our neighborhood is very quiet, but using the word "neighborhood" may be a misnomer. While we have houses nearly every side of us, each place has a minimum of two acres; some of them even more.
We watched horses grazing, swallows dipping and flirting; we could hear the voices of a few neighbor kids in the distance out playing in the cooling shadows.
When an occasional vehicle does drive past our house, it's not going very fast due to the gravel road. And, because of the slope on the front of our lot, any car or pickup directly in front of our house is invisible from all windows.
Quite a contrast from our flat-lander views in Reese and the high-speed semi-trucks frequenting our road there!
One way to describe the contrast in serenity. . . Here, our back deck was absolutely quiet and peaceful. In Reese, on a warm summer evening, having the patio door open for the breeze meant sometimes missing out on television dialogue, because of noise interference from passing cars.
We stayed for nearly three hours, just looking. Can't wait to show it off to friends and family!
2 comments:
I think that this is the being of a book. The Wolvering Idahoans... From tailgating parties to tailgaiting bears :)
I am always intrigued by your descriptive powers! But speaking of books--great minds think alike. As I was reading your post, I, too, thought--Linda should write a book!!! Keep an open mind. You'll have a new subject to consider in a very short time--your grandson! Miss you both!
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