I think this is our first foggy morning of fall in the 60s. I love how it envelops everything, socking us in so we can’t even see outside our own little patch of land.
Everything is shrouded in mystery with the sheep flirting under cover of fog. Every spider web a watery string of pearls.
We haven’t had any rain for almost two weeks again. So, this is welcome moisture for the pumpkin vines, grass, and other plants. Just enough to keep things going…
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