What a strange time it is in Los Angeles.
The fire, which started in La Canada on Wednesday has spread towards Acton, to Agua Dulce, to Big Tujunga, and is travelling outwards in three directions. Our friends houses are being threatened in La Canada and our horses have been evacuated out of Little Tujunga Canyon to Hidden Valley (to the extremely ritzy El Campeon, a horsey equivalent of Disneyland). The skies are full of anvil shaped, puffy brown and pink clouds hanging over the Angeles National Forest. The air, thick with smoke, sticks in your throat, your chest, your lungs. Even dogs feel it. Meanwhile the horse show went on for four days in Burbank with an average daily temperature of 108F.
So we sit, with dogs, on the deck, listening to the tree frogs, the cicadas, the grasshoppers, an occasional bark, and that's all we can hear.