Our summer skies have vacillated between normal, beautiful blue skies with white clouds, and this:
smoked filled, that turns the sunlight a horrible amber orange color and makes it nearly impossible to breathe. So far, knock on wood, we have been spared any fires bad enough that would force us to evacuate, but there have been fires all around us this summer.
There have been lots of clouds around since June, but they’ve only given us thirty-three tenths of an inch of rain. It’s also been far hotter than any other summer. I long for cooler weather and rain.
There have also been interesting creatures in my garden. I think this is the caterpillar of a Hawk moth, although I have never seen them before in these mountains.