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”
Lovely writing and photos today, Cinders! We live in the land of fog, so the photos were quite familiar to me…very pretty! I have been meaning to ask about the bees and how do they survive those bitter, cold temps?? Do they have some sort of anti freeze in their little bee systems?
Poor Ton Ton….have you heard of the Thunder Shirt for dogs and cats? 🙂 They say they work! Maybe Ton Ton could turn into a guinae pig and we shall see! 🙂
bees hold hands and stay very close together in the cold, keeping each other warm. However we have had a winter of ups and downs, so when it is warm they break up and loosen the ball of warmth and if they are hit with cold immediately they will die.. i have a terrible feeling that this has happened. they will actually do better in a very cold winter.. we will see.. c
We’ve had a foggy winter. Guess peacocks manage to look good in any weather.
Ah, yes…I knew our weather would make it to you. Then you get this..cold, ever so cold and nasty wind, ice everywhere. But in just a short now we will have February…which is a good thought.
Linda
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Oh no, freezing? well i was expecting it.. we start to drop tomorrow.. c
What a relief it must be to get a little reprieve like this – it seems so incredibly warm after all that freezing cold. I hope the bees are just having a good sleep. Beautiful writing, I felt wrapped around in fog and mystery.
An absolutely exquisite and evocative description of fog – you beautiful writer you. The photographs – the road disappearing into infinity – the ghostly shapes of the buildings. Celi once again you take my breath away. V.
You are a darling virginia.. but now I have to guess what we are going to read next!! c
It is going to be a surprise for me also, Celi. I have ordered all the books on the short list for the 2012 Orange, Governor-General and Giller Literary Awards. What ever comes first is what I shall be reading. V.
We have a misty morning here too up on the ridge as I write – east coast downunder – however, it is a mild 25C, A welcome respite after heatwave temps up in the 40’s. We have just experienced massive winds with around 250ml rain in the past 3 days and much flooding. Your words describe so well these days walking through the mist. Joy
I hope the rain put all the fires out, that would be a bonus.. morning joy! c
absolutely beautiful..
Love the mists: I believe the animals felt at peace too! But tell TonTon that someone here across the Pond is as big a scaredy-cat about thunder and lightning as he! . . . Think the bees will surprise you when you aren’t looking and listening 🙂 !
I am really hoping that the bees surprise me but I have a bad feeling.. c
Wonderful photos!
That is insane how dense that mist was! Great effects!
I love fog–except when I am driving. The pictures remind me of Shel Silverstein–“Where the Sidewalk Ends.” Where the highway, farmland, horizon..ends. Here there be dragons!
Celi, this was such a poetic post. The romance of the mist in every pic and all your words…
so haunting…
Bagni di Lucca was shrouded in mist yesterday morning and we could see nothing, it was quite eerie. Then it lifted all of a sudden and houses appeared and we could see the mountains around us again.
Nice walk around your place. Ours here in NH has tons of snow, rain, ice and now FOG I think I will stay in and BLOG lol maybe I should take a photo through the window 🙂
Even in the fog and wInter weather you convey beautifully the life of the farmy. I’ve been along with you even though time has been too short for long indulgences, I have a back log of posts to read as well as day to day life stuff post holidays to attend to but I’ve enjoyed and admired your daily postings and images, especially the junkyard and the visiting kids. Kupa’s plumage and posturings have also been a wonder to behold 🙂