Day after day lately there have been pretty, soft sunsets. Nothing dramatic, just soft scenes that gently touch the senses.
There was a softness to the scene in the other direction a couple of days ago. Smoke was drifting across the mountain from a fire on the other side.
Yesterday evening, an hour or so before sunset, the neighbour was busy baling the last of his hay. The smell of freshly cut hay had been lingering most of the afternoon. Love that smell.