This was the view looking out my back door just a few years ago.
Twenty-two acres known as the Tiffany Park Woods were behind us. Lovely, dark and deep, they were home to deer and other small critters and full of birds that sang in the morning and owls that hooted deep in the night.
Of course I loved it – and was sad when the land was sold and we had ringside seats to a logging operation.
The logging took months until all but a few strands of trees were razed – and this is what I saw looking out my backdoor.
‘This too shall pass,’ we said.
And it did. Slowly. Until the infrastructure was complete and finally we had quiet again – save for the building of houses – slowly – one by one.
And though we hate that the woods were lost and the animal evicted – we’re happy that many birds still call our backyard home.
Chickadees, nuthatches, wrens, hummingbirds, woodpeckers and more.
And when we finally got our promised cedar fence – I have to say – perhaps selfishly – the view is better than before –
looking out my back door.