Distant Flames

The view yesterday was not one I had expected so close to home. It was only the grace of a southbound wind that kept us from scavenging through ashes today. We saw one cattle hauler after another – even horse trailers with cows shoved in. And truck beds buried in hay following after…

It was difficult to sleep, wondering if the alarms would sound with little notice. We woke to a quieter sky. Trooper noted the aircraft were many and low as the winds had died down, permitting them greater freedom to haul the water.

So many stories of troubles and tragedies. But as Texans I know they will recover and likely with the help of their fellow Texans. It is sad, though, to know the pines will be lost for a long while. Bastrop’s State Park had acres of ancient pines that we walked through each winter. Once I heard that it was involved I knew there would be no way to stop it – too much fuel and rich fuel at that.

I can only hope the winter will bring healing rains with refreshed pastures of luscious grass. That is the only good thing I can think of to come from this. That and a renewed sense of community as we all help each other.

Meanwhile, we keep the safe open, go bags and animals ready, and vehicles fueled. However, I remembered all the food stored and give warning to everyone who also prepares for hard times – insure it. Insure it for replacement value in today’s prices. Inventory again if you haven’t for awhile. An addendum will be necessary in the morning…and a new video of all the belongings to confirm any future loss.

And perhaps a trip south to lend whatever comfort we can…

7 responses to “Distant Flames

  1. Hang in there. The husband and I lost most of our business and livelihood to the St. Louis floods, we never recovered and it was the moment that sent him over an edge from which there was no recovery.

    It's heartbreaking, water, fire wind, stripping us down to nerve endings exposed to the elements. Some never survive. Some carry on.

    Big hug to you Laura.

  2. Thanks so much, all of you! We have been so fortunate. The winds have held as have the exhausted fire personnel.

    The generosity of fellow Texans has been astounding. Pastures offered, hay trucks coming from everywhere…

    B, I do not know how you've managed to turn tragedy into poetry – but you do.

    (Six, you know we'd love it…talk about the “gun-upmanship”…)

    Thank you!!

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