Flight path

Two water-bombers flew right over the house tonight just after H fired up the barbecue. They were low. What a treat. That deep rumble drowns out everything. Or maybe I choose not to hear anything else when I'm feeling that sound in my bones. There's nothing like it. I half hoped the planes would pass over again, but that would mean there's a fire nearby. I don't want that. Mind you, it would be no surprise. It's dry. I can't remember when we last had rain. And there's no mosquitoes. None. They usually start work up here on or before June 1. I understand all their flights have been canceled due to the weather.