The hillside that was burned black is now soft green - brighter green in fact than the grass that didn't burn on the other side of the path.
For a ways up the path, the left side burned and the right didn't.
But by the time you get to the flower meadow, our favorite part, it's all burned.
But if you look close, there are baby pink flowers at the base of the burnt scrub oaks.
They're sweet little things. Nature's peace offering.
And if you look close, there are yellow flowers scattered all around.
Even little baby yuccas were making an appearance. They looked tender, like tulips.
As you got higher, it got worse, as the forests change from scrub oak to pine. The most startling thing is how you can see everything. You are not in a forest anymore. A neighbor was walking his dog on a hill a good ways off from me, but he was clearly visible, with no trees or brush to block him. Usually I run into a couple deer when I walk here, but there are no deer now.
But some of the upper slopes of Blodgett still have pines, for which I am so grateful.
Here's our sweet little hamlet sitting under the burn.
I got choked up surveying the burn, but I pulled it together. After all, my neighbor could see me from a mile away. And there's always some green to brighten the black.