The landscape is a changin'.

The person who owns the land behind us is having the trees cut down. It's eerily quiet out there. The birds are gone. The squirrels are gone. I'm very worried because many of the birds have started their nesting ritual.

He's planning on building a five bedroom house behind us. Krip, along with other neighbors, has fought to keep him from doing so for the last six years. The battle was long, looks like we lost out; however, we made damn sure how that house would look. No windows facing us. The line of his roof cannot disrupt our sun. And like Krip said, every single time we contested, he had to pay through his nose to get it resubmitted. Small victories. Sad.

R.I.P. to the lovely trees.
R.I.P. to the wildlife we see and hear everyday.
R.I.P. to our privacy now.

It does look like the one oak tree out there will remain standing tall and proud. One can only hope.

I have to revise this post. They have cut down the old oak tree. What a beauty it was. I always thought that oak trees were suppose to be preserved in this country. Guess if one has enough money to grease enough palms, even something as lovely as the oak can fall in one mighty swoop.

I miss it already.