tháng 8 18, 2015
The mountains of Idaho are wearing a haze of smoke as fires rage in different areas.
Even a bit farther from the fires, in the small haven of Garden Valley where my mom lives you can smell the smoke. It’s faint, a bit acrid and a bit worrisome to those who have known the danger of fire in the mountains before.
The blue blue sky is just not as blue as smoke clouds the horizon. We are praying for some rain or some strong winds destined to blow the smoke out of the area, and of course for all of the fires to go out.
I haven’t been here in August for many many years, and I forgot how dry things can be. Mom and I walked up this mountain dirt road yesterday to take a look at how things are in the area in which she lives. Of course, it’s uphill most of the way – and then we get to come DOWN on our way back.
Unlike the dryness of the mountain roads and surrounding wilderness, mom’s place is like an oasis in the desert. Little by little over the 19 years she has lived here on the mountain, she has cared for every square inch and manicured and trained her space until it is a garden of wonder.
Take a look!
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