As I sit peacefully at the kitchen table by the open back door, the dogs are all sleeping, Ron is working, and the strong wind is whistling as it moves rapidly through the woods in the back of this north Georgia home. It reminds me of a summer afternoon in the country in Nebraska. Yes. It's that windy. There's a dog yipping far away, bored with his leash, no doubt. Perhaps he's snapping his jaws, trying to catch the wind. The Cardinals are "pipping" as I close my eyes to take it all in. I love days like this.