Reminders

The last few days have been a loud reminder of why we live here: the wind. We've spent the last two nights listening to the wind howl instead of sleeping. Every morning I get up expecting to see trees downed and branches covering the lawns--that's what would happen in Portland with all its tall old trees. But all the wind brings here is tumbleweeds.

I am also even more grateful that we are living in a solid brick house instead of a mobile home, or even RV, like many people out here do. The wind might keep me awake, but I don't have to worry about my house blowing over. That third little pig knew what he was doing.