It seems that two weeks ago was a busy one for our local volunteer fire department.
They fought the fire at Jan’s work, a house fire and three out of control grass fires all in 24 hours.
But it didn’t end there. There were at least two – but sometimes three – grass fires every day that week. Dagmar – after spending hours sitting in the ambulance watching grass burn – would come home complaining about the silly people who let things get out of control while burning ditches.
Fast forward to Saturday.
Jan and the boys are out helping Poppa burn his ditches. (You know what’s coming – don’t you?)
A gust of wind from the west sends the flames across the fire line and heads them into the pasture.
They’re spreading like – well – like wild fire.
All four guys rush to get it stopped. Frantically beating out sparks. Just when they start wondering if they should call in the fire department – the wind changes, blowing the flames back on themselves.
Whew! Disaster averted.
The only damage done was to their pride.
And the pasture.
Oh – and Jan’s hair.
Did you know that hair melts when it gets really hot?
I spent some time on Saturday night cutting out the melted parts – or trying to – before church on Sunday morning.
I’m no barber. I’m afraid it looked a little like a “my wife cut my hair in the shadowy basement wearing bifocals when she was way too tired to hold scissors in her hand” kind of haircut.
I’m thankful he’s blond – it doesn’t show as much.
And that it’s only a bad hair cut – not first degree burns – or worse.
And that we didn’t need to call the fire department – I’m not sure Dagmar would have lived that one down!