We had a bit of excitement around here on Friday. I was returning home from picking up Lily, my 5 year old, from school when I saw 2 big, red fire trucks in the yard of the house across the street from our home. My heart sank and my anxiety level skyrocketed! I said a little prayer, thanking God that they weren’t at my house. Since everything else looked normal, we went on into the house. I didn’t want to be a “nosy neighbor”, but my curiosity got the best of me and I decided it was time to take Angel, our Chihuahua puppy, out for a little walk. As I walked her around the yard I was trying to scope out what had happened. It didn’t look as if anything was happening at or to the house, plus there was not an ambulance there so I released thoughts of injury and illness from my racing mind. As I stood in the front yard waiting on the dog to do what I thought it needed to do, I looked out towards the trees behind my neighbor’s house and it hit me. DUH!! There's a fire in the forest! I saw the smoke. I saw the flames!
By this time the Forestry guys were showing up with bulldozers to cut a firebreak. I breathed a sign of relief and thought, “Good! They’ll take care of everything and I don’t have to worry about the whole neighborhood burning up.” Thank God for firefighters.
I took a few pictures, but you can't tell too much. My Dad said it looked like berries on the trees. Here have a look for yourself.
Here's a picture from the local paper. It's a close up...
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