About a year and a half ago some kids dared each other to toss a match into the dry grass on a hillside forest not far from here.
The ensuing flames quickly became a wildfire that nearly devastated the northwest side of town. John and I watched the flames and smoke from our house.
It was a cautionary tale. As you can see from one of my trail cam pics, our backyard adjoins an overgrown plantation that has the giant invisible words FIRE DANGER! written all over it. The neighborhood association had a discussion with the owner of this woods.
And that is why this week has been noisy around here.
I know they had to do it, and I know it will bounce back into something amazing and different, but oh my gosh.
An enormous flail mower came through and shredded all of the undergrowth and small trees. Ed and Reub are a little confused. Where did the rabbits go?
I wonder what the bobcat thinks of it.
The deer will love the changes because there will be so much new stuff for them to forage upon. When the loggers have left I'll have to find a safe place to put the trail cam. Maybe this year will bring another set of twins.
Meanwhile the changed landscape looms behind the house, like an old friend that has gone through a devastating, inevitable divorce. It isn't easy now, but it will be better later.