Smoke hangs from the trees and fills the hollows on our land the last two mornings, especially when there is no wind. It's from all the fires burning around us, thanks to the lightning strikes of this weekend. And the smell of smoke is ominous.
We're getting it from all around us -- east, west, north, and south, but I think most of it is from fires in Shasta County, particularly in remote areas that are so hard to get to. The fire crews are working hard -- but this is early in the fire season, and I think that already money to call in supporting crews from other states is drying up. I read on one message board that we may have to let some of them burn on their own -- as they did long ago -- until the rains come. Which means that the air may be smoky all summer.
The air quality is horrible, especially if you have breathing problems to begin with. Princess #3 is in the hospital with pnemonia -- went in last night -- and I'm sure the air quality did not help. She's had a rough time these past couple of months, and we just hope she can get better and get some rest.
I'm sure it's the fires, but things feel unsettled to me -- unsettling maybe a better word. A lot of loose ends, a lot of angst and worry and fear drifting in with the smoke and hiding the horizon. The setting sun was orange last night in the haze and the light was a murky, dirty yellow -- everything looks slightly jaundiced.
I am grateful for men and women who fight fires and try to keep us safe.