This is the second day in a row of heavy fog here, after the cold temperatures warmed suddenly and we got rain on top of snow — isn’t it awesome?That’s the view straight out my front door right now. I love this fog so much, partly because it makes everything seem so mysterious and blurry. And partly because it hides what’s going on all around our home, like this:
That’s the same view zoomed in a bit. Notice the headlights across the road; that’s a bulldozer tearing down bird habitat to make room for yet another new home. About a month ago, with no warning, the neighbors up the hill apparently decided to sell off the back part of their lot that faces our property. There’s a big sign there right across from our driveway advertising a custom home builder, and today they’re already starting to tear down the trees. I’m just sick about it. Yesterday a herd of deer were resting in the woods exactly where that bulldozer is right now.
I do not look forward to the noise and dirt that are forthcoming either. Especially when you consider what’s on the other side of our property:
That’s a view looking to the left from my front door. The woods belong to us, but just above them is a big field where the deer graze and the hawks and owls find their daily meals. The field had small signs advertising lots for sale when we bought our house in 2006, but none of them had sold yet. And thanks to the bad economy we were lucky for the first five years to have nobody living beside us on that side. But if you look closely you’ll see a house up and to the left. That one was built this summer. I had a miserable time because I couldn’t enjoy sitting outside to watch the birds or even read a book without being “serenaded” by the sounds of hammers, drills, and saws. Oh yeah, and the inevitable boom box music that construction guys seem to require. (What is with that, by the way? Office workers don’t need loud music to get their work done…why do these guys?)
A few weeks ago we had a random conversation with a couple seated with us at a hibachi-style restaurant, and found out that the woman was a realtor. She said she was the one who sold several of the lots up on the hill a few years ago. She said the people have been waiting for the economy to pick up before they would start building their homes. And by the looks of it, now is the time. I’m struggling not to get too upset about all this construction (more like destruction) suddenly accosting my peaceful woodland hideaway, but it’s very hard right now with the nonstop droning of that machine across the road.
When it’s all over with, there will likely be two more homes to the right of the first one on the hill above us and two or three more behind it. Think about the irony of the meaning of a new home: To those families getting a new house it’s likely exciting and hopeful; to the neighboring homeowners (us) it’s sad and upsetting. And to the wildlife? Well, it could be life-threatening to some of them. But I’m sure I’m the only one in this equation that even gives that a thought. And I’ve lived long enough with my highly-sensitive personality to know that if I voiced my disappointment to anyone else I’d be considered either crabby or misanthropic or just plain nuts. So I shut up and just take it, once again.
But I wonder, when will it be MY turn to be heard? Will there ever be a time when people like me will have a real voice in curtailing unnecessary development in favor of conserving natural spaces? Sadly I doubt it. “Progress” is king.
I know I’m being very negative right now — and I’ll likely feel a little better tonight after the bulldozer is gone — but I just needed to share this because I feel like nature is under attack from all sides lately. But I do know one thing I’ll do to help offset the destruction and make me feel better: I’m going to make sure we plant as many new trees as possible on our land this spring. As long as I’m here nobody can take our trees. So there.
Update: Hi, me again. It’s been a few hours since I published this post. I’ve been questioning whether or not I should have written with such a negative attitude. In fact, I considered deleting the entire post. But after spending this evening reading about positivity and gratitude (restrain your groans please), I’ve decided that I’ll keep this post here as a reminder of what I don’t want to convey on my blog from here on out. I don’t want you to feel discouraged or depressed after reading what I write. I want to “be the change”, ya know? So I’m going to scrub the negativity from my brain and I’ll be back to put a smile on your face very soon. Thanks for sticking with me!