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For about the past week, Maine has coated with smoke and smell from the wildfires in North-Central Quebec. Actually, the smoke has been thick enough to obscure skylines and reached Rhode Island. The acrid smell has been too much for even me to tolerate. We live 350 from the Quebec boarder.
Lizzie has asthma, and my mom has extended family in Quebec, so the conversation in the family has been centered around the fires. (The extended family are OK.) It's been cute to see the girls wrinkle their noses to the bad smell.
Yesterday my SIL and I took a trip to Wal-Mart. It was very foggy and we had an occasional downpour - Bella's favorite type of weather because it makes puddles. She was sitting behind her mother in the car and noticed all the fog in front of us.
"Is that the smoke?" she asked. "Smoke from the fire?"
I was surprised to hear her even ask the question. I told her it was fog, and that the clouds were too heavy with water so they were hanging out on the ground with us instead of up in the sky.
"No more fire in the woods?" she asked.
"It's just not coming here," her mother told her.
"There's no fire at Wal-mart?"
"No," Mom replied. "The fire is in Canada. That's very far away from here."
"Canada's not at Wal-mart?" Bella asked just as seriously.