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In odd moments, I’ll be standing in my house, glance out the window, and be struck by the view we have here, from inside the house as well as on the porch. It was worth it to build our house halfway up the hill (and not only because we’re safe when water attacks).

I posted this picture as the daily photo yesterday and I’m reposting it today because something’s starting to niggle away at me about this beautiful view. Just a little. Just sometimes.
And that something is that handful of trees right in the middle of our view of that gorgeous hill across the way.

Sometimes I even fantasize about what the view would be like if they weren’t there. How I could see so much more of the fall splendor painting across the peak now and how I could see so much more of the snow falling gently over its treetops soon……

(Photoshop Elements magic using the eraser tool and the clone stamp to, in my rudimentary way, more or less take out the trees. I was a bit too lazy to remove the tree trunks all the way down, but you get the idea.)
I could just fire up the chain saw and go crazy with those trees interfering with my view! It would even be fun! Or actually I could coerce someone else to do it because it wouldn’t be fun and I’m scared of chain saws.
I have a hard time with getting rid of any tree. I love trees. We are abundantly blessed with forty acres of them, however, so it’s not as if taking out half a dozen trees will leave us with a desert. They will be put to good use, either stored up for later for firewood or taken to a local sawmill (if any of the trunks are large enough) to cut up into planks to build our goat house.
What do you think? Which view do you like best? I need to know. I’m indecisive!


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