Air quality in the neighborhood this morning. We got a phone call early about a dense-fog advisory, but this is smoke. No idea what's burned, but something has.
Still and all, the daffodils are blooming in my containers. I will transplant them after they bloom, so that I can put kitchen-garden plants in the same containers.
And my new little baby bare-root blackberries are putting out leaves.
My husband canceled his one class today -- he said that attendance yesterday was already spotty in advance of spring break -- and we're going to the mountains with Dora to hike. Here's hoping this isn't too nutty a plan, and here's hoping ten thousand other people don't have the same idea at the same time in the same place, because we'd like to have a trail more or less to ourselves.
Wearing today:
I'm repeating, yet again, my secondhand navy merino Patagonia base-layer tee. It still smells fresh, and I want the wool next to my skin, so here it is. Over it, for a change from wool: secondhand Piko bamboo long-sleeved blue swing dress. Repeating my purple leggings from the other day, and purple Xero Oswegos, though I have my hiking boots (still haven't bought new ones) with socks for the trail. Gray puffer jacket not shown, but that's my top layer.
Less Dora-obscured view, though she was behind me, and I was still fending her off.
MUCH LATER:
I don't have any pictures of the actual hike, because I didn't have any free hands. But here's the parking lot after.
Dora loved the rocky trail. We gallumphed up Grandfather Mountain, and then we gallumphed back down. We encountered people but did not bark at them, which was a win.
She fell asleep in her crate in the back of the car and more or less stayed that way while we parked in Blowing Rock and had beer and some meatless menu items for supper.
And here she is now:
A day when we wear Dora out is, let me tell you, a day.
I never have found out what was on fire.