Quiet And Solitude

One aspect of living in the country that has taken me some time to adjust to is the quiet and solitude. Having lived only in a city up to this point I was used to being surrounded by sounds and people. Cars driving by the house, people walking their dogs, joggers, kids on bikes, neighbors coming and going and doing yard work. The only traffic here are people driving to and from work, most of whom we don’t know. That changes in the spring and fall when we all have to share the gravel roads with the farmers in their tractors. The sounds here are traffic from the highway if the wind is right, an occasional train whistle from the Union Pacific tracks, and the coyotes some nights. During storms we also hear the wind howling across the fields and through our trees. Of the two acreages closest to us one is occupied part time and the other lacks a house, with only outbuildings on the property, which makes for very quiet neighbors. Not having any stores around has made us tend to bundle the stops we make when we drive into town, to save time and gas. Neither one of us is complaining about any of these changes, nor would we want to go back to the city. Such a major shift from the familiar, even when desired, takes time to settle. So far so good.