Yesterday was the semi-monthly pickup day here for green waste so I raked up the usual pile of eucalyptus debris – bark, branches, leaves … – gifted by my neighbor to the west’s large tree.The sun was just rising – I am so used to nearly red versions of our formerly yellow star that I paid little heed. The air did seem a bit smokier than it had Monday, but there were traces of blue in the sky. I spent 15 to 20 minutes outdoors – maximum. It was early morning, so it was not especially hot and, alas, there was not much of a breeze.
I headed for a shower and glanced at a mirror. My face and exposed forearms were definitely pinker. Now that I noticed it, they were also tingling.
My problem is that I am not sure if the smoke is from the north (and, if so, the Glass fire or not) or from the south. Since it looks like part of the wine crop will not be making it to market I was thinking I could sell bottled smoke. For example, “Chateau Boswell 9/29 – a clean finish with overtones of brambleberry supplemented by a hint of wild mustard”. I was thinking maybe noted inlay artist Larry Robinson could design a logo of a dragon incinerating row crops. I have an air quality analyzer that is destined for the training area, but whether it is sophisticated enough to distinguish where smoke came from remains to be discovered.
This could be bigger than pet rocks.