I noticed a couple of fresh blossoms on the trumpet vine today. Those that were killed by the smoke are lying on the ground. Maybe there'll be a decent number of new ones to replace them now that the days are fairly clear. There won't be any fresh jasmine blossoms, though. We have to wait another year before having properly scented summer nights again.
Doldrum has set in after all the excitement. Being on the edge of disaster loses its kick pretty fast.