Of Cows and Birds

Well, we've spent the first couple nights in our new home in Mount Vernon. We came specifically to close and to celebrate Mt Vernon's Annual Heritage Days and D's 20th high school class reunion. For the record, he graduated in a class of 77 people. Apparently, our house has a bit of history, according to D's classmates. I guess their was a girl who lived here that graduated a couple years earlier that had a reputation for throwing good parties. I'm not sure if her parents enjoyed that rap or what, but they sold the house shortly after her graduation from MVHS to the people that we purchased the house from. BTW, we're moving from here before high school. A 2-bedroom apartment looking into Grandma & Grandpa's house ought to get us through that phase. . .

But, for now, the house is amazing. On the first night here, we enjoyed a light show on the lawn performed by a b'zillion fireflies. I can't say I've seen that before! The next morning, our kids claimed to have been rudely awakened by the birds. This morning, I woke up to cows. I think they're wild cows and that I should get a cow-hunting license. ( =

It seems to me, as we sit here, three weeks before out actual move date that it will take at least 2 years before I stop marveling at what we have out here. This grand old house on a gorgeous piece of land, high enough to be able to see for miles and miles everyday, with space to do just about anything we want. After that, we'll figure out if we really would be happier "in town", I guess!