Across the window
The view out of my office window changes from day to day depending on the season, traffic on the road, activities in my neighborhood.
The young family across the road are ranchers and they are a busy bunch. I’ve watched their children grow from toddlers to little ranchers – driving four wheelers, chasing cows and changing sprinkler pipes. All of the ranch chores are a family activity. I’m so proud of them even though I only know them to wave hello across the way.
A little farther across the field is my cousin’s place. He works a huge ranch, mostly by himself, from dawn until dusk and then some. I watch him every day and though we may not see each other face to face – I often feel as though I am a part of his life just because I get to watch it unfold daily. His fields are the greenest on this end of the valley. I know that is a source of pride for him and for those of us who border his property (though we have nothing to do with how pristine his fields are…).
This morning the view is gorgeous, as usual. I am so lucky. The fields are green, the willows are full-on yellow with new growth and trees are budding leaves. Birds are darting to and fro and the cows are calmly eating the new, soft and fresh grass. It is a very quiet, cloudy morning. Not even a single dog is barking but it is early morning. Our neighborhood commentator will start his daily barking ritual when the neighborhood starts moving.
Soon the school bus will round the corner and I will watch it travel across my window until it passes in front of the house to load up kids from up the road. Shortly after, the rest of the neighborhood will begin to cross my view on their way to work. The dog will bark at each of the cars as they go by.
As the day progresses, I may see my husband out in our yard. He keeps it pretty green as well. I will see him mowing, trimming trees and setting traps for the meadow moles that create havoc with their digging and mounds of dirt. (Caddyshack at its finest…)
And of course, the ever present and magnificent Gray Wolf peak – somehow more beautiful and awesome with every season.
While the moving parts of my view change, the actual view itself doesn’t. The mountains change color with the seasons but they remain standing – holding their place in the world. Each day, when I sit down in my chair — turn on my computer and look up over the top of my screen — I breathe a sigh of relief. It is still there. The trees, the brush, the cows, the hills, the grass, the road, Gray Wolf. I feel the same sense of awe that my father must have felt, and his father before him. Home. Peace. Stability. Strength. Comfort.