When I’m feeling especially nội dung with my life, the lyrics to lớn “Our House” by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young come to lớn mind: “With two cats in the yard, life used lớn be so hard. Now everything is easy ‘cause of you and our la, la la (house).”
I usually hear that tuy vậy in my head while sitting on the front porch in the sun during the so-brief Wyoming summer, watching the cats và dogs frolic on the green grass and listening to meadowlarks while I read a book. In this scene, my bare feet are propped on the always-accommodating golden retriever and the temperature is 80. The Wyoming flag is hanging limp during a brief lull in the near-constant breeze from the southwest.
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This time the wind was blowing 30 mph và the temperature was 42; I was struggling against the breeze on a brisk walk that included a glimpse of our bare, brown yard with the cats huddled against the protected nook by the front door. Out of morbid curiosity I looked up that mix of numbers and found the wind chill was 31 degrees Fahrenheit. I haven’t even located my winter gloves yet, so this little hike involved hands deep in the pockets of my Steelers sidelines puffy coat and tears running down my face from the cold.
This autumn scene faced some fierce competition; I had just returned from walking through the Boston Common, where the trees were turning their signature brilliant colors and the temperature was balmy.
On my các mục of 1,000 places to see is the Northeast at the peak of fall colors. One October I dragged my teenage son to lớn Boston so we could spend a week riding bikes in Vermont and being awed by the scenery. That year it rained torrentially from the minute we arrived lớn when we took off for home. The poor kid discovered more about American history inside museums than the joys of autumn in Vermont. Still, I keep imagining the perfect fall trip to lớn New England someday.
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The brief work trip to Boston last week just offered a tease of a future wallow in fall leaves, since mostly I was inside windowless hotel rooms watching PowerPoint presentations. Still, coming home from that fall experience to lớn Natrona County International Airport at midnight was a jolt. There was snow on the ground and the friendly Casper wind lớn greet me.
The next day I bravely took that chilly walk up the hill from my idyllic house with two cats shivering in the yard. However, in addition khổng lồ the wind chill, the sun lit up the red cliffs behind the house và a small herd of antelope strolled into view across the prairie. It was autumn, Wyoming-style — as beautiful in its unique way as a warm walk through brilliant leaves on the East Coast.
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