Two days later, no smoke at all.
The air was as crisp and clear as a winter day - and nearly as cold, too, for some reason - and the light had an edge to it that sharpened everything it touched. Stopping by a barley field east of Blackie, I squatted down in the dirt for a low angle and through my lens I could see every backlit serration on the barley beards, every tiny droplet of dew.
Launching my copter over a canola field, every individual blossom was visible. Flying above a coulee that bisected a field south of Mossleigh, I could see clearly all the way to Hammer Hill, 30km away, and beyond that to the thin line of cloud on the northern horizon. Three days before I’d have been lucky to see to the end of the field.
And looked like the day was going to stay that way. Even though the weather app on my phone said it was only 6C, the sunshine made the day look perfectly summery. And since it was barely 7 a.m., I had lots of time to check the crops.