Four lines of prose about: the fire. There have been a lot of forest fires around here lately and the valley is getting rather smoky today. Hopefully a nice breeze kicks in soon and clears things up (and maybe some of those fires get put out too).
A couple more pictures for you today. First, some more sunflowers (these are called Firecracker) in the garden:
And a picture of the beach our honeymoon resort was on:
Back at the farmers market tomorrow morning after taking last Saturday off due to some event that required our attendance.
Get to the river - if we can get to the river we'll be okay.
I must have repeated those words in my head a hundred times as we raced between the trees, bone-dry pine needles crunching underfoot and an inferno on our heels.
We fell more than jumped into the river when we finally reached it, the cool water a soothing balm on our singed skins, and we floated slowly downstream on our backs as we struggled to refill our lungs with air.
Our position provided us with a perfect view of the lone spark as it arced overhead to land on the far side of the river.