But with the long wet rain throughout the night, we also woke to the joy of joys
Fog! It crept knee-high through the fields, across the grass, and formed into wet white clouds.
I love the fog. Momma said Fog were clouds that came to earth for a spell. I liked that as a child, and I still like it as an elderly old woman.
The air actually glimmers and sings to us in ghostly tones of brilliance.
Fog! A rare experience here in the high mountain desert. A blessing to all who see.
May Blessings Abound for each of you, My Friends,
Linda






























