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 
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it looked exactly like that here too
When I lived along The Lake, Celi, the visibility changed from block to block on days like we’re having now. Would that this were March and not January’s end. We’re going to pay for this respite, I’m afraid. Oh, oh. It just thundered. Here comes the rain again.
Have a great day, Celi!
we are going to have a wild day and then best we put on our hobnailed boots to get around tomorrow, i am afraid there will be ice!
I fear it, too. I’m running my errands today and will stay indoors tomorrow. I hope it misses your area so you can walk to the barn without risking life and limb.
“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.”
Lovely poetry. 🙂
Beautiful!
I do hope the bees are okay Celi.
🙂 Mandy xo
I hope your bees are ok… This weather is crazy. Ice last week, storms this week. I can’t wait for spring.
Fog sure does make for a cozy-feeling day, doesn’t it? I will keep my fingers crossed for your bees.
I live on what some might consider to be the prairie of England–the East Anglian Fens—and those misty photos reminds me a lot of the landscape here. We are having a bit of a warm weather break here today, and one of my hives is going great guns, almost acting spring-like, while the other has been releasing the odd bee every once in a while. Just no way of tellin’ with these bees!
I am hoping that because both hives are acting the same that there is not a problem, only a worry wart of a bee keeper! welcome to the comments!! c
Lyrical post, Miss C. Wait a minute, TonTon can climb up to the loft where you write? That’s pretty brave!
It has one of those cool pull up attic ladders.. he only comes up when he is desperate, otherwise he just sleeps at the bottom..morning Mary. c
A quiet, peaceful mist…the photo of the old dog and TonTon trudging along; is in my opinion frame-able..I love it.
There is nothing more pathetic than a quivering dog at the sound of thunder…my Lexi headed for my bed- every time.
Jess
I love that shot too, those two rummaging about in the hay field.. morning jess.. c
I’m so glad you’re having a warm interval, and hope the bees are OK. I’ve never known a dog yet who’s NOT a scaredy cat when there’s thunder about.
Enjoy your warm respite.
I must say that the photos of the Farmy “lost in the mists” are beautiful. Ethereal and beckoning…from the warmth of my office with a heater under the desk. LOL! I hope you have enjoyed some benefit from the recent silk “underthings.” It must be a big concern protecting the bees in a precarious balancing act with nature. So many things to consider…I hope the bit of warmth is just good and healing for all needs today, dear Celi.
Oh now I want a heater under my desk!! c
Am feeling all ghostly and ethereal (is that right) now that I’ve read this! Have just checked, and yes, the word is right and exactly describes your post today 🙂
I love that word!! ethereal.. c
Amazing thing, fog. We get a lot of it here in coastal Maine and I too, love it (as long as I don’t have to drive far). Lovely photos as always. We are still hearing our hive so far, even through this last cold spell. Hopefully yours are just holding their breath when you are checking on them.
Beautiful Captures:) Happy Tuesday on the Farmy!
Love the sleepy fog pictures today! 57 degrees in the early morning? What on earth, send some of that my way please! We are looking forward to a leap in our weather tomorrow…supposed to hit 51 tomorrow and I’m going to open the entire house up for a nice air out. Kupa’s colors totally change when the sun isn’t shining. Love it! 🙂