A lovely hot, dry summer for me
but the land is suffering
grasses are drying up on parched lands.
The woods are dry as a tinder box.
Way too hot to stitch outside....
...well, for us northerners!
Not a drop of rain for ages
seems so strange
we are completely surrounded by oceans
that stretch for mile and miles.
Over two weeks ago
Diane and I spent a day at her camp in the woods
on one of our many lakes.
A lovely isolated place.
Water levels in all lakes have dropped this summer.
Mighty rocks hug the edges of lakes in these parts.
Mind you, they don't just stick to the edges they tend to
dot themselves all over the lakes hiding just below the surface
lying in wait for novice paddlers like me!
So glad we went when we did because
the woods have been on fire ever since.
Our brave firefighters must be stretched to the limit.
Water bombers have come from as far away as Quebec.
The woods are closed to everybody now.
We had some rain last night
but I can't imagine it was anything like enough.