It is heartbreaking to know that the smoke that hangs over us is from places where forests and towns and homes are being destroyed. I know what it is like to see the glow on the horizon in the night skies, to see the smoke billowing up in the day, making the sunlight look red at midday. I know what it is like to wait, and hope that it does not burn towards town, but to not know if it is going to be safe. But I don’t know beyond that. I don’t know what it is like to lose everything, or to run from hell.
We awoke this morning to this in the sky. It is a pall overhead that only hangs there, menacing if you are old enough to remember clear skies in summer, and days that shone bright, hot, and happy. Things are changing in this world, and not necessarily for the good.
We are looking to move the farm somewhere away from our lovely little mountain valley. But West has not got a lot of appeal when these mornings are blown our way from it. Plus the earthquakes, floods, mudslides, population, and everything else that is there, kind of push me along. I have seen them all first hand, and while it is amazingly beautiful out west from here, it I have been there, and done that. I’d like a change.
One of the kids is starting school right at the moment I am typing this, and I everyone has had breakfast but me. Everyone has their day started, but me. I need to go get something to eat, then get my animal chores done, preferably, before the second child starts class, too. I just wanted to jot down some thoughts, and show this image above.