When I ambled about the house in the night, stars filled every window and this morning the sun broke over the horizon without hindrance. It lightened my mood after yesterday’s gloom. I am so dependent on my environment for wellbeing. After wiping dew from the lawn chair, I sat in front o f the schoolhouse listening to birds, some morning traffic on the highway, and the faint churn of new wind machines on John Whelan’s ranch. The wind farm is part of the landscape now and not unwelcome. Wind power is progress, though yet to be fully determined if it is a real solution. Things begin as progress, but sometimes don’t prove to be progressive; that is if the idea of progress is to advance the well being of the planet.