Missing the Farm!

I don’t have much to offer on this today. Just that I’m missing the farm.  I’m missing the grass, the trees, and the gently rolling hills.  I’m also missing the sounds.

Jensen Farmland in MO

Utah is so loud. And crowded. And loud. From where I’m sitting I can hear at least 5 different conversations in neighbor’s yards, multiple pets, and about 10 passing cars per minute.

Now I know that that isn’t terrible. There are much louder and more crowded places. But compared to “home” in Missouri, this is extremely loud. From home I can’t even see another house in any direction. If 1 car an hour passes by on a Sunday then that would be unusual, but that car would almost never be heard because the road is on the other side of a ridge.

There are plenty of noises at “home” (not including my kids – their noises is consistent anywhere). But they are almost all nature based. The cows in the field can occasionally be heard; the frogs in the ponds make a beautiful symphony; the hum of cicada’s could put you to sleep (some years it could wake you from one!); the pigs grunts are amusing and strangely satisfying; the chickens make some noises as we watch them chase bugs around the yard but are only loud if the dogs decide to give them a chase; the ducks don’t make too much noise, and neither to the heron; I suppose if you listened REALLY close you could hear the turtles rustling the grass or slipping into the water.

So most of the noises at home are just more peaceful; I don’t have to try to ignore vehicles, conversations, or stereos. There is nothing wrong with it here in Utah, I just miss the farm!