Smoky air continues this morning to create a gloomy pall over the entire landscape.
Fingers are crossed that we'll get wet and enjoy a good wash down tonight or tomorrow.
If that doesn't happen, concern will rise over dried-up pastures with little or no nutritional value for the animals.
Life goes on during these times, though, when Mother Nature calles the shots, and we can do nothing but respond as best we know how.
And, in spite of the smoke and the knowledge of all that's been lost by so many, there is still beauty to be found, both tangible and intangible.
I found some yesterday while retrieving Garry, the pumpkin and his blue ribbon from the fairgrounds and later while searching around town for some future photo venues.
In the midst of all the blah, I enjoyed an array of colorful flowers and berries and creatures of the Earth still providing moments of amusement and wonder.
My squirrel friend in the pictures below kept cautiously eyeing Foster while seemingly putting on a performance for me as it gradually made its way up the tree near Memorial Field.
The currants hanging from bushes above the river were exquisite, and the landscaped flowers clumps were attending to their eye-pleasing duty along the walkway to Lakeview Park.
Ducks at the boat launch were doing what ducks do on logs and in the water.
Later, I met a nice lady spending her Sunday afternoon sweeping the walkway through the Healing Garden next to the hospital.
We visited about dogs and hospitals where we were born. She started her life at Swedish Hospital in Seattle while I simply pointed across an open space leading to the hill above Sand Creek where my life began in 1947.
She eventually went her way with her broom while Foster and I walked back to the car.
The drive had fulfilled a promise I had made to Foster when his most favorite person on Earth departed with her dad on the way to the airport and back to Seattle.
Annie later posted the photo below, noting that it showed the top of Mt. Rainier, rising above the thick blanked of smoke over Seattle.
This morning, in the smoke lanes, I'll probably pound in some stakes for the electric fence to go around a small pasture with some better green grass for the horses.
In the quiet of this atmosphere, the usual daily watering and picking tomatoes and pecking away at my computer keyboard will continue.
One of these days, we'll wake up and once more marvel at the mountains, clear blue skies and sunshine.
Hope that's sooner rather than later.
Happy Monday.
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