Winds, Loggers, Fires and Berries
Strong winds blew down a swath of trees -- leaving jagged trunks jutting from the earth. Driving by a few days later, we shook our heads and sadly recalled how beautiful the land used to be. I grumbled against the wind. Good hearted loggers tried to clean it up a bit -- by clearing some of the windfall. Their honest efforts, however, seemed more an invasion of nature than a healing. Their cuttings left deep scars, cold and stark. I drove by, shook my head, and grumbled against the loggers. The burning followed. How the fire started is still a puzzle -- perhaps a lightening strike, an engine spark, or a careless cigarette. Regardless of the start, it took the firefighting volunteers a full effort for the finish. Acres of charred stubble marred the landscape. I grumbled against the fire. But passing time has a way of healing scarred soil and human hearts. From blackened ground, new life emerges. ...