As the temperature rose yesterday the earth exhaled a blanket of cloudy breath dripping with whispers. I took you for a wee walk down my road. 
Now, turn your head from this moonscape, look out to the West, can you see the farmy?
Take twenty more steps… 
Look again and we see nothing but mist. Gone. 
Let’s stumble back through the fog and get back home… we are completely hidden in there.
No-one can find us.
We are our own little secret.
Don’t tell anyone you pack of giggling gossip chooks. Yesterday was one of those days that will not let you go inside. Its curling wisps of mist pulling and tugging at your clothes, whispering. The cracks of time are wider in this dense fog. What went before is sighing in the air. Every moment is a gem. Listen.
Even the Daily View has secrets.
Good morning. It has been warm. In the 50’s yesterday, it is 6.10 am now and 57F (13.8C) Our temperatures see-sawing about. The swings more extreme than last year in an environment known for extreme weather changes. However this brief respite from the terrible cold allows an unfurling in our bodies. We are not darting about with shortened steps, hunched against the cold. Yesterday and today plenty will be achieved just because we are not literally battling the elements. It is so much easier to open a gate when you do not have to bash the ice off first.
I had a good look at the bee hives yesterday and I am concerned that there is no sign of action in either of them. Usually when we get above 50F (10C) in the winter bees will pop out of the hive for a toilet break. I put my ear to the hives and I cannot hear a hum. I see no dead bodies and there are always dead bodies, the life span of a bee is not that long. I cannot look inside the hives in the winter, that would break all their seals so I am not sure what to think. It is warm again today so I will watch carefully and let you know.
As I write this morning I have TonTon lying right across my feet, trying to jam his head under the desk. We can hear thunder, and he is a cry baby when it comes to thunder. He is going to try and hide inside when we go out to do the chores. Scaredy Cat Dog.
Have a lovely day.
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
60 responses to “Now you see me, now you don’t”
And that’s what it looks like outside my window right now! Not looking forward to the thunder though – boo! Stay visible 😉 t
Good morning, c! Molly also hates thunder. So I sing to her. Then she’s happy to hear a bit of clapping thunder rather than my screeching. 11c and raining here. Windy. Really windy!
Happy Tuesday to you all. xx
That’s all very David Lynch today – you seem to have the Lost Highway 😉
what wonderful photos..you are so lucky to be able to live a farmy life in the middle of nowhere.
Three of my four dogs don’t like the thunder..the fourth is deaf so he does not hear it
I don’t mind the fog as long as I don’t have to drive in it. We should be getting your thunder about noon or so tomorrow. We love thunder storms here but the wind may take our power out. The ground is so soggy that it doesn’t take much to take the trees down and they’re predicting wind. Poor TonTon. We also have one afraid of thunder but he has to stay outside. They do have a nice house to hide in out there. Have a great day Celi.
Penny has lost her fear of a number of things: power tools, the lawnmower, and even the vacuum cleaner. But she is still terrified of thunder, and worse than that, fireworks.
Right now the thermometer says 10, but we’re supposed to hit 50 degrees tomorrow. The four inches of snow we were gifted yesterday will be gone by tomorrow evening.
That first image is simply spectacular as is the one of the dogs. This whole piece has such a poetic bend to it. And, of course, I appreciate poetry.
We had thunder here in Minnesota last night. I could not believe I was hearing this, in January. No 50-degree temps, although warm enough for my husband to chisel ice from the driveway after scattering ice biter earlier.
Enjoy the warmth while you have it! it’s still cold here in New England but it’s supposed to warm up tomorrow. Hope you see or hear some bees today!
I love the photo of the peacock against the misty landscape. Beautiful weather although I wonder how well bees can fly in misty conditions?
I check on my girls on warm days too. On cold days I put my ear up to the hive to listen for that familiar buzz….I hope you hear or see them today. I have one hive I am suspicious of being too quiet but maybe they are just content. Keep me posted on what you find out about your girls!
I’m looking out at the snow-and-ice-covered yard, and it’s whispering, “Tomorrow, I’ll turn to fog for you…” when our temps hit 50…
Will be thinking Good Thoughts for the hives, and poor Ton.
Poor Ton Ton – does he have his sad face on? Love your foggy photos. I love the muffled feeling of a foggy day.
Christine
These are very beautiful photographs. Thank you. The color of the soil is dramatic, isn’t it? So dark and rich.
The pictures, alone, are breathtaking, but this sentence literally gave me goosebumps up my spine! “the earth exhaled a blanket of cloudy breath dripping with whispers”
My battery just recharged an entire notch! Thank you!
oh i hope the bees are okay! please let us know. we are having very weird weather here too. your thunder is heading towards us!