California has always been hot and dry, but not this dry. There have always been fires, but not this many, not this big.
When I look at the land I feel parched. I feel an aversion to this field where my bees reside. I don’t want to be in it.

I was speaking with a friend today about the nature of range management and the restoration of California grasslands.  Thinking about what California used to be like when the land was stewarded by its people.  Thinking about the effects of non-native grasses or the loss of habitatfor our wild creatures.  

I woke up Monday morning to sirens, smoke and a litany of texts from concerned family and friends.  The first text I read was from my housemate telling me Santa Rosa, the city where I live, was on fire.  The city itself.  Within minutes I was dressed and throwing belonging into my car, searching the blackened skyline for flames, and trying to find out if I was in immediate danger. 

England is full of natural springs.  Every time I come here, I seek them out.  There is nothing like drinking pure water, straight from the depths of hte earth.  Almost all of the springs and wells in England are dedicated in one for or another to the sacred.