Even though it's become the new normal around here for fires to spring up all around us every summer, last week's blaze just on the other side of the hill from us was a jolt.
Bruce took pictures of the dogs, Max and myself sitting in in the circular drive, watching the last loads of water being dropped. By now, the fire had been contained and we knew that everything was going to be OK. It was a close call, though.
These pictures are good reminders of why we need to get serious about doing more (much more) to fireproof the area around the house as much as possible. I confess that I've slacked off with this the past few years and cleared only the area closest to the house. I told myself that we were pretty safe, what with the pond on one side, the graveled drive in front and Corny's pasture nibbled down to nothing.
But the truth is that if a wind-driven fire swept through, there's a lot that still could burn.
|View from the top looking down...|
|From the bottom looking up, things look pretty good...|
|...until you look over a couple of feet|
While I'm the mountain goat part of the operation, Bruce, at the bottom, manned the rake and pitchfork and got it everything loaded into the trailer for its final drive to the landfill. I think I've got the better part of the bargain crawling up and down the hill.
However, for next year I'm thinking it might be time to hire a crew to do this for us. I say this every summer, but this year I mean it. Really.