Wedding, no, Fire Day

I am bummed. Seriously bummed. Watching the east wind blow and knowing the growing Day fire could be as little as six hours away (or not, depending on the direction/ferocity of the wind) I did some good Smokey Bear preparations. Get the dry stuff away from the house, put water on some of the orchard closer to the house. Think through what I'd grab. We've fought it three times in ? 25 years on this little slice of mountain. No fire personnel ever helped (in fact they let our water pump house and water lines burn one year - we had nothing but rakes and shovels. But I digress...)

I was doing this wind watching and cleaning out cobwebs but I was Supposed to be getting decked out for the afternoon wedding of knitting friends Heather and Dave. Finally torn TORN! between a party and being responsible, going to the party won and I threw on my good clothes, made up with my face and hair, kissed the Meli dog goodbye, and headed west down the road for the wedding. Lateish, but Going! Yea!

Sadly I didn't even get a mile down the road when I pass, pulled over along the side , three big fire engines. They were sitting there at the ready, firemen knowing (I believed) something about a fire possibly in my back yard - at least coming this way. It was a clear sign that I needed to turn my car around and go home to my dog. Off went the green and black silk top from Tienda Ho, and back on with the levis. Really bummed. Then the wind shifted and the threat lessened. (I am happy about that, but of course I could have been partying...)

Capricious, these brush fires. It is troubling for that.