The Sky Is Falling
The hills around us are burning and the smoke has blown our way. The air is fragrant with the scent of burning brush, and ash rains from the sky like snow. We are not threatened by the fire, being too far east and south of the hills. But the smoke blocked out the sun and lit our evening with an angry red glow.
In other news, Martha Stewart has new Halloween items. Which is the scariest one below? If you answered “Martha herself lurking in the furry shadows,” then you and I think alike.