
Somebody lived here before.
They left evidence of things past literally steps from my apartment door. High on a hill south of Wausau is nestled the little development called Whitespire Grove. From the highest point you can look north along the river valley and see towards downtown Wausau several miles away. A glance west is a great view of Granite Peak (Rib Mountain) which still has snow on all of the runs. Chunks of red granite are everywhere in the fields surrounding where I live.
This was originally farmland. In fact the farmhouse and barn are still situated on a corner not far from my place. But a lot of what looks like a farm is gone, except when you look closer. On a walk this afternoon I discovered a short section of farm fence, complete with barbed wire and remains of insulators suggesting an "electric" fence to keep farm animals in.
I grew up around things like this as a kid. Climbing over barbed wire fences was a common occurance and I'm sure my mom appreciated the holes in my jeans that gave testimony to my climbing abilities. Rotting fence posts, insulators, and an occasional "live" electric fence are things I recall clearly from growing up. And now I find these same things here in my new home.
Its interesting to think about how life sometimes brings you back to things you experienced before. I like that. Its very nice way for God to tell me things are going to be fine here.
