That thought alone, is really scary. But let’s also add in the fact that I have three young children who are easily spooked by smoke and flame (what child isn’t?), then the fact that my husband was working out of town again which meant all the packing, loading of animals and other preparations for the possible evacuation would be left up to me and me alone. Oh, and can’t forget Great Grandma down in the main house who is legally blind and doesn’t exactly move quickly… Let’s just sayI was holding my breath for about three whole days while these May Fires flew in circles around our little farm. Praise God, we came out of it unscathed and for the better. I learned A LOT about my “Evacuation Plan” or lack thereof and plan to make a lot of changes in the next few months because from everything I’ve read, this is just the begining….
I dont know what it’s like to have to be living in your home while it is getting remodeled, but after this experience I am pretty certain I will not like it.
For the last week or so our garden has been torn apart and destroyed. Blood, sweat and tears have gone into that garden, as measly as it was… I was proud of it. Even when you know the destruction is temporary and the bigger plan (if successful) will be amazing, beautiful and fulfil the legacy I am trying to live out… I still cried when we couldn’t save the big Loquat tree. I cried when the bluejays and gold finches fluttered frantically around wondering where their favorite boxwood bushes were going. I cried when I had no where to transplant my 2 month old baby corn plants when we had to pull up the garden box… and they were fed to the animals. I cried when they were done working that first day and everything was empty… completely empty and I suddenly lost my vision that had been so vibrant and inspiring. What had I done?
Well this morning I asked my son to feed Geezer and give him some fresh water while I helped prepare the girls for a birthday party we had to go to. He eagerly took the job and ran down to Geezer’s kennel. He came up whisteling to himself and walking just a bit taller being proud he accomplished his very own job on the farm.
The day went on. We actually ended up going from one party to a second later that afternoon, then finally came home as the sun was setting… just in time to put Astro and Trixie away and give the animals their evening snack.
To my surprise I found Geezer locked in Astro and Trixie’s cage. He had dumped their water out and pushed their nesting box around. He saw me as I walked around the corner and snorted excitedly at me saying, “let me out!!” Continue reading →