It must be Spring again. I know that not by the bloom of the forsythia or the flutter of the hummingbird outside my window but by the steady roar of chainsaws working across the street.
There is no curb cut, yet a registered pickup truck freely enters and exits the woods now to aid in deforestation.
As brush piles are forming throughout the woods, I can only wonder if matches will join stupidity again this season. After reading an article in today's Gazette about the numerous wildfires in the area that started through negligence and ripe conditions, I've double-checked that emergency police and fire numbers are in my cell phone.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment