Discover Walla Walla

A little while ago, Annie came out on the porch to sit with me. We're drinking a glass of good Walla Walla wine, eating a bowl of spaghetti and meatballs-Annie's favorite meal-and watching the light change as the sun goes down.

Annie just noticed some new lights on the ridge south of us and got the binoculars.

"Another dern house," she said. "Lordy, Lordy, Lordy. We moved out here on the prairie to get away from the crowds and here folks come, moving in around us. We might have to move further out if this keeps up."

"Hmm," I thought. "That's interesting."

As the crow flies that new house is at least three miles from here. We can't see it without the binoculars.