This morning’s house opening whooshed
my skin with cooling, fresh air.
I can’t help but think of animals
being burned alive in Canada’s wildfires.
A difference in breeze temperatures
can mean the difference between mummies and charcoal.
artwork by Georges Seurat, “The Seine at Courbevoie“
Tao Talk 
Ouch! Heartbreaking
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I know :( I’m so glad at least that is old news. I don’t think I’ll be doing this format with POPO again.
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It is! And hopefully next year things will be better
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I’m afraid we haven’t really left that news behind…(K)
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As Chuck Palahniuk’s book title prompts me, “Not forever, but for now.” Right now I’m thinking about whether or not I’ll get the rest of those logs out from under the tree, and the answer is leaning towards a definite yes. There were way more of them in the grass than I remembered, but the dolly is making it happen. I’ve never seen so many roly-polys, centipedes, flat white/dark/brow worms/larvae, and tiny brown ants and their eggs in my life. Very few of the ants that have been eating my rafters though. They must have gone further underground.
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The earth is rich with critters.
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The scale of destruction these wildfires have caused must be immense.
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All of those innocent animals with no where to go…like Christian said…the scale of it is just awful.
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