Saturday, November 15, 2008


I am writing to correct the myth that there are no seasons in Southern California. In fact, we have spring, summer, and fire. Fire is my least favorite season.
It just began for us. Currently we are surrounded by two fires; the Yorba Linda fire and the Brea fire. Apparently Carbon Canyon Park, where Mike and I went for a walk a few days ago is burning.
The sky is an ultra eerie mixture of grey and orange. I think I'm going to need one of those ugly white face masks soon.
I ran outside to grab some pictures, and noticed that there is so much ash falling it looks like snow (see the pictures below, the white stuff on the ground and on mygerber daisy leaves is ash).