Nor
are the other senses neglected at VIEWFORTH.
A.
B. Guthrie, Jr. wrote of being far from the "voices of cities"
where "the silence has a song to sing ---"
The songs
of the silences are many. Listen! The gusty Chinook winds take on
operatic intensity at times. The acappella meadowlark has a clarion
call while the gentle windsong of the grass hums like a lullaby. The
marsh frogs provide a chorus and the coyote sings the blues. "House
songs" include the old-fashioned sound of the sweeping of the
porch; the whir of a whisk in egg whites in a copper bowl; the ever-pleasant
crackle of a cheerful fire on a cool evening; the strains of a Hadyn
Baryton Trio at breakfast.
Breathing
deeply -- yet another pleasant pastime at VIEWFORTH. The air at this
high altitude is a magical blending of the mountains and the plains.
Underlying, rich, earthy smells are sweetened by the sweet clover
of the roadside and the alfalfa of the hayfields. Scents of fir and
pine are carried down by mountain zephyrs to mingle with sagebrush
and wild rose, while in the kitchen garden, mint and lavender and
lemon verbena attract bees, butterflies and guests alike. Izaak Walton
gave the following admonition more than 300 years ago in his famous
book The
Complete Angler: