Vince and I were wandering around our new property today and ended up where we often do, at the top of our little sage brush hill overlooking the runway. Turn one way and you see the runway and in the distance, Sentinal Gap, a large opening through the Saddle Mountains, carved out by floods during the ice age, and now the route of the majestic Columbia River. Turn the opposite direction, and you see our new home and large yard. 
Well......so there we were, both commenting on the view, when it occurred to us we were both looking in opposite directions. We burst out laughing. He of course was staring at the runway and the Gap, and I was looking at the red Smoke Bush I had just planted in the yard. I guess it's why our place seems to be working so well for us. A runway (and hangar) for hubby, and a garden (or at least the potential of one) for me. I think I'll call our little hill, Perspective Point.
A different perspective is nothing new for us. We have been dealing with opposite perspectives most of our marriage, and it has made for some interesting experiences. An old song, one from my mother's generation, comes to mind. I hope you enjoy!
