In our time bushfires were a fact of life. At any one time they raged in some place. It seemed that whenever nature restored itself a fire would break out taking that life from us.
Today the fire had taken out the poplar forest. It seemed the fires had an agenda and we humans were not included nor were our buildings. As a result we were forced to build monstrous fireproof tardis structures to house and protect plant life. From here the plants provided each community with the oxygen needed to sustain life.
But we were ever to be on our guard as the firestorms licked ever closer to the buildings as if sensing each structure as a source of sustenance.
Fire spotting over I packed up. My beloved geraniums in their riot of colours were safe for another day.