Thick clouds filled the air near our neighborhood as Camryn and I were on our way home from doing errands Friday. And my first thought was: Crap, Dad was right when he said I should never leave my house with the dryer running, and now my house has burnt down. How am I going to keep this one a secret from him?
But, happily, the clouds were coming from a few neighborhoods over so we were saved. Normally I would drive my nosy self to ground zero to check it out, but it was lunchtime and I was in a hurry to get home to make Camryn a meal she would end up not eating. (She survives on air. And apple juice. A story for another time.)
Fast forward a couple of hours. While I am mopping the floors in the front of the house, Camryn comes over to me and casually tells me that our house is on fire. And my first thought was: Crap, I knew I never should have wasted my time mopping these floors.
She guided me to the back of the house where we saw this:
Not quite our house, but absolutely our back yard! And if I had been observant enough to read the signs plastered all over our neighborhood, I would have known that the park district was conducting a controlled burn of the prairie behind our house. It was really something to watch, and Jacob had a great time recovering several of his lost golf balls from the charred prairie!
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