The Forests Groan in Agony—-Tuesday, August 7, 2018

Every day we have wind, sometimes all day, sometimes only in the afternoon, sometimes just before nightfall.  Sometimes it lasts forever, sometimes for only a few hours.

The wind brings with it the smoke

Or it drives the smoke out and away

One never knows.

  The smoke is ominous.  Shouting loud and clear that the forests are struggling

The animals, bugs, and plants sobbing in fear.  My heart breaks for all of them.

We can still see one of the massive fires on the Uncompahgre Plateau (there are two up there).   At last count, there were fires in Parachute, Rangely, Meeker, Oak Creek, Parshall, Basalt, Hartsel, Cahone, and Cortez.

I’m not sure if the one in Crawford is out or not.

Then there are those massive fires in California, and Idaho, Canada, and other places in the west.

The light streaming through the smoke is beautiful, strong and striking.

The air feels sinister.

The bell is ringing.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

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