As I sit here preparing my Friday Finds post at my loft desk this afternoon, branches from the 90' tall Locust Tree in my backyard are falling past the window out of the corner of my eye, and I can hear others hitting the roof above me. We're having another hot dry gusty summer wind storm that's ripping the branches off my trees and trashing my yard.
And Idaho is on fire.
Literally, on fire.
|National Interagency Fire Center Boise, Idaho|
So this wind storm is bad news for more than just my trees.
The big slow booming tanker planes fly low over our house from the Fire Center near the airport south of town heading to the forests and mountains all around us. The valley is white with smoke, and it smells like a campfire outside.
A very huge campfire.
A campfire the size of Idaho.