Eliot, Charlotte, Eason, Julia and I attended the annual Alger Winter celebratory evening "Lighting the Darkness." After a potluck dinner and a slideshow on garden pollinators, we all retired outdoors, where a wood and wicker sculpture of a hummingbird and a flower were ceremoniously ignited to the beat of drums.
As the wind snapped the flames about and sent curtains of sparks whipping into the darkness, Eason asked,"Shouldn't there be some firemen here?"
His neighbor, pointing to the figures brandishing the torches, replied, "Those ARE the firemen."
Shortly thereafter a violent downpour, with the wind blowing the rain nearly horizontal, sent us fleeing for cover.
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Thanks for sharing this.
Charles
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