As most of you know Los Angeles is experiencing terrible wildfires during extremely hot and dry weather. I was away this weekend when conditions were worst, though my husband and daughter were here. My daughter took some amazing pictures of the smoke and flames. One was posted on the New York Times website.
It is hard to explain what it is like here. A couple of days ago it smelled like a campfire outside. Now it is a bit clearer, but large flakes of ash drift down as though it were snowing. The light is eerie much of the time. The sun and moon glow red, and the ambient light has a reddish-gold tint. We hear helicopters, fire trucks and planes more often than usual. And of course, the oppressive heat. In addition we worry about our friends and neighbors whose safety and homes are threatened. Concern and gratitude for firefighters is always on our minds.
The weather is improving. It is not quite as dry and the temperatures are only (only?) in the mid-nineties. Looking at the forecast, my eyes settle on Saturday when the highs will be in the low eighties.