Little Green Baby Sprouts

I took Ax to school for the first time yesterday and looked up at the mountains and saw all the black char and white ash where there used to be colorful shrubs. I saw the magnitude of it, the expanse of damage, so close to his school, right there, and it struck me how lucky we are to have been spared. How lucky we are to have had the help we had. There’s going to be a make-up Winter Sing tomorrow at his school. They are not calling it that, but we all know that’s what it is -- a do-over Winter Sing, since the real sing did not happen because of the fire.

Ax will get to sing the Cookie Baking Song and some other song he’s excited about singing. Mike and I will get to see him and his friends perform. It’s a good deal.

And just like that, we get a do-over. We get to live in this place again and do what we want to do here again. I’ve heard reports of little green baby sprouts already popping from the blackened earth up in the hills. I’m gonna keep going.