It rained during the night and was still misting when I led the animals to the pasture this morning. This evening I was a bit shocked when I was able to clearly see the clouds, and then the mountains, deep blue-green as they are this time of year.
It’s only been a couple of days since the haze from the wildfire in Canada descended on us. But I’d already gotten used to the smoke-filled air limiting my vision and coloring my world.
That kind of adapting can keep me going, but I wonder if it can’t also make me complacent.
