These days the San Diego wildfires of October seem like a distant memory. In fact, after 3 days of the greatest terror I have ever experienced, being displaced from my home, and living in fear that my home might be destroyed it was strange to come home to a house that was completely intact. With my butt planted on the couch at my friend's house in La Jolla for 72 hours and watching nothing but the news, there was a brief period where it seemed as though hell had reigned on the earth. It appeared to me as though all of San Diego was going up in flames.
So, you can imagine my surprise then, to find out that not only was my house still standing when I got home but that I had no idea where these elusive fires had been since there were no signs of singed trees or burnt houses anywhere I went.
Well, today, while visiting a nearby lake for the first time with my husband, I finally spotted proof that the fires had really occurred. And that, indeed, they were not far from my home.
Hubby and I were hiking along a trail with my dogs when he said, "Well, at least we finally get to see where the fires were."
I looked around me and said, "Where?!" --
Silly me. there were singed trees and burnt rocks all around me. How did I not even notice?
But it was beautiful. Barren black trees, still standing with the green of the new bushes and shrubberry growing up around them. Speaking of the Resurrection.. what greater image of resurrection than this?
Today on my way home from our hike, I decided that no place I ever live will ever match up to the beauty of San Diego. We have the most beautiful oceans, lakes, mountains, and deserts all in one place. Who could ask for more.
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