The past couple of weeks have been a whirlwind around our household. The fires around our beautiful State of Colorado have saddened us beyond words. As I pack our treasured mementos to be placed in a storage unit, the plumes of smoke in the distance remind me of those less fortunate. My thoughts drift to those that have lost treasured photos, trinkets, their homes, everything they once owned and cherished.
I am fortunate to have the time to sift through all my belongings and choose what to do with them….keep, donate, sell. The Black Forest fire just to the north of Colorado Springs has been a devastating disaster. My heart breaks at the site of these images.
502 homes have been totally destroyed and unfortunately loss of life has also occurred. A house we once called home, several years ago, survived but at one point was in the evacuation zone. Very sad….
The Royal Gorge fire near the town of Canon City fortunately did not destroy the famed Royal Gorge bridge but did destroy most of the theme parks attractions. The bridge is the highest suspension bridge in the United States. You can read more about it here and here.
Yes, sad indeed but out of all the loss new growth will emerge and new memories forged. Speaking of memories…….
My photo albums have been carted off to storage along with a bunch of other stuff. We continue to purge and clean around here as we prepare the house for sale. And FINALLY we gave the RV a much-needed scrubbing.
Yes, we’ve been busy and at times have felt a tad overwhelmed; physically and emotionally, but humor my friends is what get’s Al and me through the challenging times. That said, allow me to share a story……
Once upon a time, in a land far away, a beautiful, independent, self-assured princess happened upon a frog as she sat, contemplating ecological issues on the shores of an unpolluted pond in a verdant meadow near HER castle.
The frog hopped into the princess’ lap and said, “Elegant Lady, I was once a handsome prince, until an evil witch cast a spell upon me. One kiss from you, however, and I will turn back into the dapper, young prince that I am and then, my sweet, we can marry and setup housekeeping in YOUR castle with MY mother, where you can prepare my meals, clean my clothes, bear my children, and forever feel grateful and happy doing so”.
That night, as the princess dined sumptuously on a repast of lightly sautéed frog legs seasoned in a white wine and onion cream sauce, she chuckled to herself and thought, “I don’t fricken think so”.