As I write this, Firefighters are about 35 miles away as the crow flies, trying to contain any amount of the over 1,000 acres burnt so far this afternoon.

Because it’s Sunday, I wasn’t watching news or doing yardwork. You could say I was partly unplugged from the world. And I’m okay with that.

Except when my Mom called to ask me if I saw smoke, and then I checked Facebook and saw several statuses about it.

These pictures were taken at approximately 5:15 tonight. At that time, the fire was at only 700 acres. After dinner, I took the trash out to discover the sky is now completely hidden by a thick, dark blanket.

The View From My Backyard

A Close-Up Through the Trees

The Red Glow

View Over Roof from Front Yard

As of right now, they’re not sure what started the fire. It could have been an illegal campfire, or it could have just been an accidental car fire.

In any event, it’s getting thicker; my lungs are telling me so. I hope for three things: I hope by the time I wake up, the cooler temperatures and lesser winds will have allowed our hardworking firefighting teams to gain the upper hand. But history shows us, in reality, it will be several days at least before the cloud has completely dissipated. I hope no one gets hurt. That, also, is not much of a reality. And I hope this is the only fire of the season.

Fare thee well, Fire Fighters. We certainly appreciate all you do. And then some!

And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!

My Housing Project: Pulling Up the Root Ball
My Housing Project: The Tree Stump Garden
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