A bird pooped on my arm today! That’s supposed to be lucky, right?
The newspaper headline in the San Francisco Chronicle said we had 680 fires, or something like that. It’s been hazy for three days since the fires began. The sunsets turn the air an amber color – we’re all aglow in it. I want to take pictures of everything. We are surrounded by lush green vineyards, with this surface-of-Mars-atmosphere.
I’m keeping the fountain bubbling on the back patio. There are chestnut-backed chickadees visiting me in the afternoon, singing and bathing amongst the rocks we brought back from the beach.
We will stick with the water feature, and ignore the chimenea until the air is clear again.
The birds are good company.
