Jemille Hardy

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Season Of Fire

The wind driven blazes have waned a bit and the aroma of smoke and ash is slowly drifting away. Deep piles of leaves, grounded by 60 mile per hour Santa Ana gusts, are beckoning me. I can breath easy and my eyes don’t sting any more. This terminates my excuse for leaving the yard work until next week. My little friends, the ruby throated hummingbirds and honeybees are back at work too, gathering food from the purple blooms of the Mexican Sage in my yard. The deep green

November 4, 2007