My heart skipped a beat when I heard on the radio there was a grass fire in the neighboring town. It skipped a double beat when I realized the fire was headed toward my favorite old barn.
But what had become of the old barn just over the hill. For months I had been trying to figure out how to get a peek inside. I'm just sure I holds the most amazing hoard of farm house goodies that you could ever imagine.
But as I rounded the corner I was amazed that the barn had been spared too! Just a few feet from the barn, two old fire trucks are perched on the hill. They have been there forever.....keeping watch.
Yet the fire got frighteningly close. I wonder if the trucks were having one of those nightmares where someone is chasing you and your feet are glued to the floor. You're immovable and helpless. The rusted up axles and chained doors would have made them completely immovable and at the mercy of the fire.
I mean really how ironic would that be for a fire truck to be burned up? But they are safe for today along with the antique farm equipment just outside the barn.
I took a minute to wander through this amazing collection....
...and think about what might have been.
For now the old Wells Fargo lock on the barn door taunts me. I can only guess at the treasure that lay beyond the lock ....but someday I'll find my way past it.
And luckily it looks like I could still get that chance.
But most important, all the evacuated families are safe and back in their homes tonight...and that is something to be truly thankful for!
Count your blessings,