47: Week 25
Sometimes, dinner is a piece of chocolate babka with a side of salad. That was last night. And if I had more than one slice of babka, I imagine it could be several nights, because these past few weeks have been a bit of a doozy for me. Fires rage through various parts of Colorado and many other areas of the country, a country ruled by a regime that ignores the earth, destroys agencies that protect her. Blazes of destruction. Two days ago, fire invaded the town of Louviers , a place unknown to me until our birdwatching field trip there in late May. Nan kept bringing up the owls we saw there, their homes possibly burned. Grief and worry for all the destruction, lives taken in floods, a future with former functioning government agencies that protect the land, help financially during recovery, provide warning when possible, disappeared. During my wanderings in the neighborhood recently, a usual daily activity, I've noticed more signs like the one on the pole, a reminder of the horror...
