At times, it strikes me just how much I love where we live. This morning is one of those times. Waking up with the windows open, a nice cool breeze coming through the the bedroom. No sound but the wind, a little thunder, and the birds and cows. I guess I could survive living in town or even closer to the road, but I wouldn’t really want to. I love the peace of living away from most stuff. There is still more people moving in than I care for, but I’ll try to stay thankful. We still have more peace than a lot of folks.