And When The Wind Blows ...

The View From My Farmhouse Window For Now

I must be more diligent about taking photos of the view from here, now.  The view from this farmhouse window is going to be changing, drastically, soon.  You see Me, the Fab and Wild Dog Woods, as it turns out, are smack dab in the middle of where 53 to 88 whirling, white, windmills are going to go up between now and a year or so from now.
I know neighbor farmer to the south-east is getting one.  That one is going to be within my girly arm throw of our south fence line. Not that I will be throwing stones.  This is biglick township and folk can do what they want with their property.  And I happen to think that power generating wind turbines are a fine combination of beauty and function.  I can't wait until the windmills start whirring.
For once, something is happening out here.  Apologies ahead of time if you were looking for ranting and raving. If we are serious about developing alternate sources of energy, they have to go somewhere.  Here is fine with me.

The "X" on the map is more or less where I am.  Updates as they happen.