Llove Letters

The  Preacher’s place is a mess with all the piles of brush that have been stacked up during the drouth that has kept a burn ban in place. Now the ban is over (for a few days perhaps) and he has me back on the trail of “getting them gone.” Some of them are huge in diameter, and tall, and the task is a risky one even though we always string out sufficient water hose to keep everything under control. We succeeded in burning two yesterday, before the wind stopped us again. Sometimes it seems as if our whole World is on fire – actual disaster. But the reality is…