Springtime

My roses are blooming again. Again? These are new since the you-know-what. Are they not lovely? Mr. Lincoln (the red) has a powerful scent, and I love Rio Samba--have always loved the yellows with rosy edges. Pixie thinks the Rio Samba smells like apple juice (that must be what is meant by "fruity scent"), but that Mr. Lincoln and my other flowering one smell like the roses she wore in Auntie M.'s wedding. :)

I took to Pixie to her first ballet class today--it was to be the first lesson (free) to decide whether we're going to do it. The instructor met us, but said there would be no class--she had been evacuated with no warning last night, and had nothing with her. We look forward to trying again next week.

The Jesusita Fire (Spanish pronunciation, start with an "H" sound) continues to burn, half a mile from some houses. The winds did not pick up as expected, and in these things the weather decides what happens. Or so the Santa Barbara Independent tells us...but we know that "the winds and waves obey his will." Charlie woke up praying for God to protect our house and to push back the fire. We are not currently threatened, but we are in the direct path of the helicopters and fixed-wing firefighting aircraft. The terrain in which the fire is burning is so dangerous and inhospitable that all of the work has thus far been done by aircraft. Fire crews are camped outin the areas where there are houses to protect...and roads to use. Plants are still moist. It looks good. We are a couple hundred yards outside of the evacuation warning area.

And, the house smells LOVELY from these two little roses! I hear birds singing along with the hum of the airplanes. I am happy.