I’ve grown to appreciate the mornings. Out here in the middle of nowhere I used to be “creeped out” by the lack of noise and the dark. A television or radio was on constantly. Now after Ian goes to work, I don’t put anything on, no radio, no tv. Now I notice the clock ticking, the electrical buzz of appliances, the dogs movements. In the winter when the snow is heavy the outside takes on a completely different acoustical affect. You can hear the livestock walking, crunching in the snow as their feet compact new paths. Wind whips through the bare tree branches sometimes whistling, sometimes howling. The cockerels’ calls echos in the valley. I’ve grown to appreciate these things. I’m not so afraid anymore.
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February 1, 2009 at 2:42 am
prairiesun
I love this post! because I love the quiet… which isn’t really that quiet when you stop to listen. 🙂
February 2, 2009 at 5:33 am
ayma grup
I’ve always loved the way a heavy snow changes the landscape, and it’s sound…nice to know I’m not the only one.