The Seattle lawns (if you can still call them that) are crispy and crunchy underfoot. John "mowed" yesterday sending up a cloud of dust, but at least it's a neat-looking brown. There's a wildfire far off to the west on the Olympic Peninsula. Our peek view of the mountains is gone, but we could still see the smoke rising above the mega-house that was built across the street this summer. It's hard to remember the last hot, dry Labor Day weekend in Seattle.
On Saturday we had a drive-by visit from our favorite little family and enjoyed a salad/watermelon lunch in the garden. Short but sweet, like this summer that will soon end.

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