There's a reason we call California Shake & Bake.
Earthquakes and (usually) seasonal fires keep us on our toes here.
This week, the areas of Monterey/Big Sur and Santa Clarita are on evacuation commands for raging brush fires.
We send our love and prayers to family and friends who are in the vicinity.
Flurries of memories have arisen of time spent as a young child in the Big Sur...
Greeeeeeeen deep grass-covered hills, the sound of cowbells on the fog, tongue-wakening watercress fresh from the stream of Garapata Creek, Fells Naptha Soap for the inevitable case of poison oak, fragrant smoke from Bret and Cole Weston's wood stoves, and the strong scent of Eucalyptus from Edward Weston's myriad cats going in and out his ever open windows. Cats on the table. Cats on the floor. Cats on the couches. Cats at the door. I loved my time spent there at the beginning of every summer when we dropped off brother Melton to work the trout pond which Cole ran, and again the pick-up trip in September, when brother Mel's hair was long, his muscles popped out, his hat adorned with boar's teeth and a rattlesnake tail.
May all be well among the people and critters who may need to relocate. May these current tongues of hungry flame that lick and strip the once verdant habitats be satiated soon, and may new growth be nurtured by dew, and prayer-conjured RAIN.
May all be well.
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