Making the Effort
There was fire, with smoke and ash in the sky yesterday. The plume of smoke hovered over us all day as the fire grew from 400 acres to 8,000 while the wind blew hard with its load of west Texas sand. Then at dusk, as though someone had turned a switch the wind dropped and the cool air came. This morning it’s 42 and the fire is 92 percent contained. We could still use the rain, but the cool nights are a blessing.
The Wilson boys meanwhile, visited the river, helped their old man haul mulch, and trim a tree. Then they played and talked music theory while I bought pizza. In the evening we all played. We rocked the jailhouse, talked about our thrills on blueberry hill, and discussed the effects of a cheating heart, and decided it will make you weep. Then there were long periods where we just set the key, marked the turns, and played on. It was wonderful, and my fingertips are sore.
Speaking of good things. My bluebonnets are blooming. You have to admire those tough little plants. We’ve given them no rain to speak of, yet here they come, sending up their tender leaves and pretty little flowers. The ultimate, non-complaining guest. Don’t worry about us, that drop of rain in January was plenty. Maybe that’s a lesson for all of us, even in the hard times we should still make the effort and try to bloom.