Friday, August 10, 2012

Heat Wave II

One year ago today was the fire that almost took our house, animals and everything with it.
  A bewildering anniversary that still makes us nervous and jumpy.
 The memories of the drive back up to our house and the wonderful firemen who saved everything.
 The oddly beautiful color of the spot fires that kept appearing for days after...
And how we would hike down below the house with buckets of water to douse the never ending branches and logs that continued to burn.
 We would see smoke.
And rush to extinguish a small branch that continued to burn, as if it were alive and determined to find more... to reach our home... to destroy everything.
Finally all the fires were gone, but not the memories. I will always remember that day and having to run, leaving everything because there was no time... only escape... only a road to the top of the mountain, two corgis and so much fear.
A year has gone by and today we waited, and listened, and relived the fire. This evening we are still lifting our faces into the hot evening air for that smell of smoke... but it is not there... It's not there.


So we walked early this morning, the Prospector and I. We drove down to the main road, the river road. It was beautiful and amazingly cool in contrast to the hot afternoons. I forget how different it is to walk on the old river road. We don't have to worry about snakes in the grass.
As lovely as the dirt road above the house is, it's all about watching your every step and listening for certain sounds... being prepared at all times and being aware of any movement in the grass. But, the main river road is safe and we can see the rattlers coming.
Yesterday morning I did hike up to the well on my own walk. The Prospector had a small "encounter" the day before. He was putting a piece of plywood up on the west side of the well house to block the afternoon sun. The heat has been intense enough to do some damage to the exposed parts of the pump so he wanted to block the sun on one side. He was on a ladder and started hammering when he looked up and realized that the paper wasps had multiple nests under the eaves.
This is a scary proposition for my husband because he is allergic to bee stings. I would imagine that the whole scene of his retreat from the ladder and the dance he must have done to escape the wasps would have made a good You tube video but, luckily, he still has a good amount of agility (for an old dude) and he move away fast enough not to get stung by these rather defensive and aggressive bees. He did not , thankfully, get stung.
When I took these photos the morning after his encounter, it was cool. They didn't seems to be bothered by my presence. I was at a distance though. I have cropped these photos to show them much closer than I really was.
They were very busy and they were building a new nest (on the left). It's really quite amazing.
I think THAT ONE on the wood was watching me. It could have given a signal at any minute and I would have been toast... but for some reason it didn't. Maybe this small insect sensed my love for "all creatures, great and small" HA!
They didn't seem very interested in what I was doing... except for THAT ONE on the 2X4. I think he must have been the "guard" wasp. I know he was watching me.
I finally decided not to tempt fate any longer and stopped taking pictures.
I got stung the other day, in the garden. It was early and I was watering. I felt something crawling on me and I reached around with my hand to brush whatever it was off. It didn't like being touched and it stung me. . There is nothing like a wasp sting. They are intense.  I went into the kitchen and got an ice cube. That helped. Then I made a paste of baking soda and water. I packed that on the sting and the pain went away. This works well. I'm not allergic to bee stings, so this usually does the trick.
The prettiest thing about "morning" walks is the color. This is called "tombstone" rock here in the foothills.
Tombstone rock is metamorphosed volcanic rock that crops out in isolated slabs in the gold country. It is the product of undersea volcanoes 140 million years ago, now upended and changed by upward  mountain movement.
 A field of these slabs reminded early miners of a cemetery so they called the rocks "tombstone " rocks or "gravestone" slate. These rocks are very common in this area. Generally they are more gray in color but early in the morning when the sun comes up they are the lost gold of Amador County.
In the afternoon, yesterday, the temperature was 101 degrees on the front porch.
Nasty, beastly, horrible weather.
Today, the breezes died and the air stood still. The thermometer read...
Yes, folks. That says 108. You can hardly breath out there.
The tomatoes, the flowers and the pumpkins don't seem to mind this horrible heat. As long as we water them, they seem very happy. This is one of the etched pumpkins down in the vegetable garden.
They are getting huge. They love summer. I'm trying to be a happy pumpkin... but I'm not.

13 comments:

Tombstone Livestock said...

hmm, looks like those wasps have their own "disco ball" hanging there. Tomorrow is going to be another "HOT" one, then temps are supposed to start going back down to the low 100's, come on fall.

Brian Miller said...

hope you get a break from the heat...hot enough to damage the exposed parts of the well...oh my...that is quite a few bees as well...i love the colors morning brings as well...the golden light....

Velva said...

This past year Mother Nature has had an incredible effect on you- Her fury and amazing beauty and grace.

Velva

Suz said...

I can't believe that heat!
108...holy moly Farmlady.. That's hot
That burning grass is scary to look at...yikes...I rember last year very well...how I said prayers for you and the goats and dogs and the Prospector...hey, glad he's still agile!
I still dont think I could used to snakes in the grass..though I, like you, love all creatures great and small....I fear getting bit or stung....Did you see the bald faced nest growin on my window!
Celebrate today with mr.limber
or night..which ever makes you happier ;)

thecrazysheeplady said...

I remember last year and how awful it was for you. Glad all is well - albeit way. too. hot. - this year.

Kerry O'Gorman said...

Your feelings of the fire season are what is called 'cellular memory'. The brain keeps things from the past deeply filed in a little corner. I'm having a lot of it lately with the year anniversary of my sisters passing. Some days I'm very reluctant to come home and look on the answering machine and heat at this time of year reminds me of sadness...but another year begins and we move ahead. Glad to hear you're safe, except for those wasps! That one on the 2 x 4 does look pretty angry...I almost see furrowed brow in his face! But I must say they make beautifully strange structures.

Madeline's Album said...

I certainly hope you will have cooler temperatures soon. Your photos are great. I do not like bees. I got stung by a yellow jacket a couple of weeks ago. Boy did it hurt and I swell up. Have a blessed evening and stay cool. Madeline

Karen Deborah said...

I hope yall get rid of those wasps. They are mean it would be bad for the prospector to get attacked. Between the heat, the rattlers, and the wasps, I think it's time for a trip!!!

Karen Deborah said...

ps I love the pumpkin!

Tina Dawn said...

Yep, your home and mine are so much alike, wasps and tombstone rocks all over the place. And the heat! I don't want to do anything! Thank goodness watering is a cooling activity. The prospector would not like our deck right now, the meat bees, paper wasps and honeybees are swarming the little birdbath on top of my strawberry jar, they sure do like the water! Haven't stung anyone though, even when I fill the birdbath with the hose and they fly around me like a mini cyclone. Loved the post about the grapes and your corgi. Tina

Reddirt Woman said...

So thankful that you all are not smelling smoke this fire season. I know you are friend to all living things but I'd not be taking a chance with Prospector being allergic to bees. I'd be fumigating those things. Even if they produced no allergic reaction the hurt like the dickens when they sting you. The last time I got stung was on the forehead and I had goose egg big time for a couple of days.

Debora said...

I just love that photo of the dirt road. It begs you to meander along it! Glad your prospector didn't have to get out the epi-pen! Hope you have one up there! Your weather is just too warm for a Northwesterner! It' about 85 here, which is very warm for us. We like the 70's just fine. Stay in the shade and drink lots of water and peach iced tea!

sheepsclothing said...

beautiful dirt road photo- though the thought that there are rattlers out there might keep me on the porch!
And I love your pumpkin. what a neat idea! hope the heat breaks soon-