From My Account

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I’m not very far from the horrific firestorm in Napa, Sonoma, and Santa Rosa. It’s hard to believe because we were having lunch in Sausalito at Le Garage on Saturday. The bay was so very serene and calm. Fleet Week was happening in The San Francisco Bay, the jets were flying in beautiful formations overhead, and many boats were leaving their docks to sail out in the still waters. We left there and went to Lagunitas Brewery in Petaluma because we’d never been there before and we wanted to check it out. The day was so lovely that we continued on and took a short walk up to Buena Vista Winery to catch the shadows and the colorful changing leaves just before closing time. It was beautiful.

Sunday came and the winds started to pick up. We were on our way up to Sacramento when we saw a plume of smoke on the other side of the hills. We had dinner outside at the Center For Land Based Learning fundraiser. The wind was from the north and strengthening. Monday we went for a walk and the air was thick with smoke, but not as thick as it is today. Last night a friend spent the night at our home, as there was a mandatory evacuation put in place in his neighborhood. He only lives eight miles away. The winds are calm now but are supposed to return, but from a different direction. This is very scary and I am so sad for all the people caught up in this rapidly moving, wind-swept firestorm. Please pray for these people, their counties, and some containment before the next winds pick-up.   

 

 

 

 

 

Autumn Sky

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I was  going through a few things the other day and came upon this poem that I had forgotten about. It seems to fit the seasonal change we see here in California.

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Autumn Sky

Today bright colors floating by
In a warm and Autumn falling sky
Are unlike ones, I’ve known before
Which makes me think and question more

I’ve thought a lot in recent times
I’ve wondered why Fall leaves behind
Those boisterous colors that I find
To stay within my seasoned mind

So this untimely Fall puree
Is not unlike a Spring filled day
The colors vibrant to the eye
Bring hope Spring’s season will arrive

Yet still I stand and wonder here
How soon our Springtime will appear
Will it be soon or far away
Or come within a Winters day?

And once it’s here; will it be gone
Or run into a Summers song?
I will soon miss, in Winter’s hue,
Those lovely colors that I knew

© 2007 Bonnie DiMichele

 

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