I wish I had something better to write about (well, I do, we’ve had lots of fun stuff going on), but I am consumed with worry over the out-of-control wildfires that are ravaging my beloved Southern California.

We are safe. We can see the smoke and flames from the Thomas Fire, which is scary, but it’s several miles away from us. The Rye Fire is raging on another side, and we are getting the smoke from that one as well.


At the beginning of the year, we received more rain than we’ve had in years. The growth in our open spaces flourished, our hills were a gorgeous green color. But our wet winter was followed by a hot and dry summer, which was then followed by a hot and dry fall. The brush on the hills is dead and dry. A fire could not ask for better fuel.

On top of that, we’re experiencing something called Santa Ana winds. The Santa Anas blow hot, dry wind that lowers the relative humidity in the air, and can blow as fast as 40-60 miles an hour. It’s a horrible, perfect storm.

The smoke in the air is awful. We all woke up with sore throats. The kids’ schools are closed today, so we’ve been staying inside. But I did get some pictures yesterday when we were keeping some appointments.


Rye fire, creek fire
Annie took this photo from the backseat, don’t worry.

I took this one this morning during the wind break, looking down our street:


As long as no other fires pop up, we should continue to be fine. We’re having a bit of a break in the wind, which is great, but unfortunately they are supposed to come back with a vengeance tomorrow and stay through the weekend. This is far from over.

We’re okay, but so many people are not. Tens of thousands of people have been evacuated, and hundreds of homes have been lost. My heart breaks for everyone who has lost their homes. It’s so terrible. It’s all so terrible.

For those wondering how to help, ABC has a great list of resources.

And thank you, thank you, thank you to all the first responders who are working tirelessly to keep us all safe. Please be careful.