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