It's been a while since I have posted anything and even my reading your posts is falling by the wayside. I am in Florida now. I have a yard where little attention was spent on landscaping for the past years so I am slowly and (somewhat) methodically addressing that. I also volunteer to work at the pollinator garden and the edible garden I helped install at the UU grounds and I took over the volunteer job of cleaning out the overgrown community garden by my neighborhood mailboxes. The neighbor who was doing that got sick and could no longer attend to it. It's a bigger job than I'd thought at first -- not only overgrown with weeds, but the plants that are wanted there are in life and death competition for each others' spaces. And two walks a day, morning and evening, so Levi can keep up with addiction to canine social media and a daily rousing came of stick or ball midday take up another chunk of my time. I have a weekly meditation group that I co-facilitate, and my own ...
September is Nation Fog Month around here. Out three rivers are warm and the night air cool. It can completely obliterate the river valleys. Very beautiful I think, but then again I like rainy days.
ReplyDeleteI've always loved that poem and the image it conveys to my mind. We rarely get fog here in the mountains. I like actually like how it drapes the landscape.
ReplyDeleteAh, those morning temperature differentials!
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite poems. We live in a fog friendly place.
ReplyDeleteLovely shot of the fog.
ReplyDeleteIt still feels like summer here, but by next week, we'll go down to the 70s with some rain. BTW I love that little poem -- my students used to do a lot of work on just those few lines.
ReplyDeleteLove the image of "little cat feet." Also love fog. It softens the world.
ReplyDeleteLike the poem and the photo is breathtaking, so different from here! Looks very eerie.
ReplyDeleteNo fog for us in southern california until the 'dead of winter.' ;)
ReplyDeleteBUT...I love a foggy day at the beach almost as much as a sunny one. The sound of a fog horn lulls me. :)
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