WEATHER INDICATES FIRE DANGER
I’m Damn Scared and Don’t Want Wildfires on my Birthday Saturday
Because nothing is worse than the fear of losing home
I screamed at my friend to get off the ladder. Just a few years earlier, my husband Jay broke his neck from the same one, and call me superstitious.
While I wanted the sprinklers up on the roof of our house, spraying water to quell the sparks and embers, I didn’t want her to do it. The goddamn horse we took in from people closer to the fires had run through our fences, and Jay was off fixing the fence. I called the people and said, “Get over here, we need to evacuate and your horse needs to be found.”
Situation normal. All fucked up. It was a SNAFU of all snafus.
And actually, my birthday is on Friday. This fire thing has me a bit stressed.
When you live on a piece of property that belonged to your father, and his parents before him, you protect it.
I know my little farm like I know my right hand.
I have a tree root that grows up through the earth that looks just like a woman’s vulva. I have another root that looks identical to a little heart. I have trees I helped plant.
