After another round of rain,

We had fog in the early morning!

Fog is a huge delight for me.  It’s not unheard of here, but it’s usually a rather rare occurrence.

My mother always said fog was a cloud that sat down on the world—so we could enter the world of Fairy for a bit.

I delighted in that thought then, and I still do now!

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda