I hope that is really true....from 95* F down to 79* F. It would be some help to those fighting the fires and those perched waiting to learn the fate of their homesites.
Just the smokey air makes me lethargic and combined with the heat I could become truly cat like. Phoebe the cat moves from one cute position to another on her little pillow. I try to move around and be a bit more functional, but I did take a nap I hadn’t planned on.
The strawberries were abundant again today and Mark picked quite a lot of tender little green beans. We have been trying to keep up with them and not let them get big. I have some blanched and frozen already and we have eaten quite a few.
The peaches are such a gift; one night we just had piles of peaches and yogurt for dinner and we were quite happy. Then there was the night we made a peach pie…oh my.
Our daughter - S.B.- gave Mark some colored corn seeds last year for a present and he gathered in his harvest today.
We sat in the shade and pulled back the husks; it is so beautiful. It was like a treasure hunt, not knowing what colors of jewels we would uncover. The colors are deep burgundies and gray blues, orange and golden yellow and these colors mingle in variations that say that summer does not last for ever…
Fire is certainly a phenomenon that forces much perspective on you even if you only get the smoke from afar. I smell it and think of the those up close and laden in protective clothes and heavy gear fighting to corral the flames. I think of those evacuated from their land and homes, the short term times of wondering if it will be a long term displacement.
And for some,
no matter how the restoration takes place, is feeling at home ever quite the same?
I was truly touched by a man who wrote an on-line thank you to firefighters with a picture of his gracious curved patio stairs, the stones littered with the ashes of his family home and the current site of his survivor chickens scratching through a feast that had been scattered for them by the firefighters. Yes. He has encouraged me and I haven’t even lost anything.
no matter how the restoration takes place, is feeling at home ever quite the same?
I was truly touched by a man who wrote an on-line thank you to firefighters with a picture of his gracious curved patio stairs, the stones littered with the ashes of his family home and the current site of his survivor chickens scratching through a feast that had been scattered for them by the firefighters. Yes. He has encouraged me and I haven’t even lost anything.
