...it's brush fire season, bleah.
For the last few days a very
worrisome fire has been persistently burning uncomfortabley close to
both one of my sisters' house and my brother's family. We don't miss out
here though, it's raining large chunks of greasy (why?) ash here at my
house. The air is horrid and smelly, and the chickens are coated with
ash and miserable. I go out from time to time and mist them and the
yard and plants with the garden hose, which seems to be appreciated by
all. All three of us here have developed the same lovely hacking cough,
and tonight the sunset was beautiful, but the sun was literally blood
red through the smoke. No good photo ops unfortunately...
called my sister yesterday but only got her answering machine, and she
hasn't returned my call yet. I'm sure she's OK but it's still bothering
me, in that nasty, nagging at the back of your mind way...
I'm all Natural-Disastered-Out. The last 12 months have been too much of a whupping from Ma Nature all around.