Beauty * and * Bread

It’s 10:00 p.m. on Tuesday night.  The sliding glass door is open in an attempt to catch the breezes.

The ceiling fan is twirling.

The dog is snoring lightly.

The cat is snoozing, which is all he does all day every day.

There are siren sounds and helicopter thwaps coming from outside. That’s a little scary. When it’s summer in the mountains, helicopters usually mean one thing:  FIRE. If it were daytime I’d race outside to look for the lumbering beast and see if it’s carrying a bucket beneath it. Since Cal Fire helicopters don’t fly at night, I think the thwap-thwap-thwap (which has since stopped, as has the siren) means something else entirely.

Thanks heavens.

Oops, it’s back and circling above the town of North Fork. No spotlight, though. That’s a good sign.

And for those of you (and you know who you are), who think you have nothing to blog about because all you’d done so far that day was go to Radio Shack . . . have you changed your mind yet? Just looking at the Facebook pictures of you and Rod McKuen and those hot air balloons tell me you’ve got a lot of stories stored up inside. P. S. I also loved the photos of the Tetons and Wind River. Beautiful memories, those.

Wind River Lake, Wyoming