So I try listening to the breeze rustling the leaves instead. Today there were quite a few dry oak leaves littering the yard. It's a reminder that autumn is not far off, despite the persistent heat. The air smelled of desert this afternoon, but tonight it smells of smoke again. It has been coming from this fire in Shasta County which has been burning since the thunderstorm at the beginning of August. I smell it every night when the wind comes from the north. It's journey of sixty or so miles has probably mellowed it a bit, but it's still annoying.
The cat turned up early tonight, and I let her into the house. She's in the back room now, and probably eager to have me join her. I have no idea where she spent the last few nights, but I'm glad she won't be arriving at six o'clock in the morning, just when I'm ready to go to sleep.