Smoke Gets In Your Lungs

 

Been trying to keep my mind off the wildfires.

It’s tough going.

On Sunday I tried to escape breathing the unrelenting terrible air by driving up to a lake that is 3200 feet higher in elevation than where we are.

This is what I found there:

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Here ya go… the shortest verse in the Wild Domestic Chronicles….

“And Cupcake wept.”

Literally.

I stood there and cried.

I turned around and drove back down the road in solemn dejection.  On the way, I spotted some flowers I had missed on the drive up. I stopped and took a few pictures.

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Does anyone know that these are? I have seen a LOT of wildflowers in my travels in the mountains, but this was a new one to me. Look at this amazing patterns in the petal! I think the beetle was also amazed. See the look on his face?

(Are you insane? Of course not. You need a better camera for that.)

You have no imagination whatsoever.

Here. I’ll show you some things you can identify easily.

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Testing out some of my new paints on my good watercolor paper.

Liking the results:

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Oh, and I wanted you to see what the Creeping Jenny is up to in its new home in the apple juice bottle…

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Poking her little head out to have a look around….

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The outdoors is hostile.

But we have a few joyous things in here. Thank goodness. Otherwise I might really start to feel sorry for myself that I cannot be outside enjoying one of my favorite times of the year.

Praying for rain….

 

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