Other than it being Natalie's birthday, and welcome Natalie to the "Fabulous Fifties Club," today is the day we moved into High Meadow Ranch some eight years ago.
The night before we moved, Mike and I drove up here as we had three cars and needed to drop one at the new house before moving day arrived. This was the first time that I had never been into High Meadow Ranch during evening hours as when the home was in construction, we always visited at the weekends, and always during the day.
I remember driving my little sporty Nissan 350z behind Mike and pulling into the sub-division and recalling with horror of being in total darkness and hearing absolutely nothing. I had never experienced such a thing in my life having always been a City Girl, born and bred. He we were in the middle of nowhere, with no street lights and absolutely NO noise!
Eight very happy years later, and I find it comforting to step out into the garden first thing in the morning and hear the worms wiggling in the ground and the leaves rustling in the breeze. As night falls and darkness descends, I think nothing of the blackness of the night only occasionally broken by some crazy night golfers out there on the course playing with luminous golf balls and howling with laughter as they pass through.
Street lights, car alarms, urbanites weaving their way home after a night on the tiles, police sirens and all other noise makers..............................stay away from High Meadow Ranch as an accidental country girl lives here!
Our lot being cleared for construction.
This is how construction turned out!
