Autry Square

I live beside a wetlands park that most of the year is anything but wet. We’ve had a damp spring, which just means there’s more brush to burn later. Fires and fireworks are never permitted here, but I frequently run across evidence that someone thinks rules like that are for other people. I take comfort in stories like the one about the bobcat that was tagged and re-released just before the Woolsey fire last November. Her habitat was destroyed but she managed to relocate and give birth this spring to four (!) healthy kittens. I also liked the story of the beehives atop Notre Dame. When the fire in April took out the cathedral roof, the bees laid low, gorged on honey. After it was all over, miraculously the hives were untouched and the bees were back in business. Somehow, life finds a way. And if you’re the culprit playing with matches near my house, trust me. I’ll find you, too.