Yesterday morning I was the first one up, as usual. Approaching dawn brightened the cloudless sky. Absorbed in worship, then emails, I didn't notice the fog creeping up the hill on silent feet until it had almost reached the house:
Fog was forecast for the day, but who can properly predict fog? After wrapping us in a close grey blanket, the sun broke through and a polychromatic world revealed itself once again. By evening, when I had to drive Brian to fencing? Total pea soup.
Rinse, repeat. This morning I drove down
into that blanket of fog to go to work:
By the time I left work, the fog had lifted again, residual haze creating pastel landscapes painted by a Master. I had to be selfish with the beauty, because there were no good places to pull over and snap photos. Until I got to our lane:
This evening on our way to fencing, we were treated to this:
(Photo courtesy of Brian through the car window.)
We don't get
much sun at this latitude (45° 1157' North) at this time of year, but what we get is breathtaking. For my RDA of D, I take a capsule!
That's it for today from . . .