By myself…
because no-one else here is as moved by fog as much as I am, but thats ok.
No-one else finds delight in moving amongst the blanket of droplets that remind me of the sea. But thats ok.
You see, no-one else here, the people who grew up on the plains, realises that the sounds in the fog on the plains, are very like the sounds that sift across the waters of the ocean in the fog. So when I sit alone in the misty mornings, it is a little like sitting on the sea, in the early, early morning. And as you know I grew up on a beach by the sea. So I love the fog on the plains. But no-one else needs to have to understand this feeling of mine. I am allowed to own it all to myself. We all have different beginnings and that is a good thing.
So my love of the drifting dripping mists is like a beautiful secret. And you know what? I know I am married and all that but I am actually perfectly happy eating my home made muesli and yoghurt with a big mug of hot, hot coffee, out in the garden, on the edge of a vast field, surrounded in nothing but heavy fog and swirling cats and dogs. Not needing someone else to understand me is a good thing.
Today Jake is coming out early to shadow me across the fields so he can learn how to manage the farmy mornings while I am away. So I had better get a wriggle on.
Aunty Del and the sheep are back in the home fields, ( the sheep actually RAN into the Black Mariah for their ride home – Aunty needed to be coaxed) and Our Queenie has gathered her flerd back up and is content again. Queenie was feeling quite forlorn without Daisy. When a one ton cow starts following you around the farm pretending to be interested in everything you are doing you know she is feeling lonely.
Did I tell you that I think Marmalade is pregnant? I think. Though I know very little about pregnant cats.
I hope you have a lovely day.
Your friend on the farmy,
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
59 responses to “breakfast in the fog”
I love foggy mornings, and we’ve had a lot. So perfectly peaceful!
I love foggy mornings as well. Still early and waiting to see what today’s morning brings.
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Good morning, c! I’ve borrowed your spider web photo for http://miskmask.wordpress.com/2014/09/27/a-gossamer-dance/
Be sure to wrap up warm against the chill of that fog. Can’t have you falling ill before your trip. 🙂
xx
I think it’s just as well Queenie isn’t inclined to try and curl up in your lap for company… It’s that foggy time of year here too. I know what you mean about the sounds; there’s something far-off and lonely about sea sounds, and you get the same mournful effect in fog. What I love most, though, is the pearly light of the sun through the fog as it’s just coming up, all pinks and lilacs like the inside of a shell…
Beautiful! Oh, how exciting, we might be getting mini Marmalades. 😀
Have a beautiful day C.
🙂 Mandy xo
Lovely pictures C and beautiful words too,another brilliant post on your really excellent blog,I am so glad I found your blog,Have a brilliant day.
Cheers from downunder.
I love to look out on foggy mornings (we had one today) but I need to stay indoors as the fog goes for my chest. This getting older lark is a bore! Especially since I am just a little girl with wrinkles. 😉 Have a good day, doing, thinking and planning!
Oh I like that, little girl with wrinkles! I think I’m a teenager with wrinkles.
Lovely and poetic. Even the spider webs are a bit like fishermen’s nets… xx
That is a very attractive fog! Queenie must be pleased – it must be boring standing all day in the same field with no one to talk too. Marmalade will be taking her kittens to Nannie Boo for baby sitting duty 😉
Ones again very beautiful morning pictures. Wish you glorious tour
As long as you don’t start hearing fog horns! Or see a big ship pass you by LOL.
Have a great day.
I love fog too, now that I miss it. Mine came from the cold North Atlantic as a kid I hated it because it always rolled in, and you could see it coming, to ruin some summer day. It’s wishing fingers would creep in around everything you couldn’t even see where you were walking sometimes. You would love it!
I love foggy mornings unless I have to drive. There is something magical and mystical about fog on the land.
I totally relate to this. If you’d asked me what my favorite “symbol” in life was, or what “thing” held a special meaning for me, I’d have told you: fog. I’ve written about it too. But I don’t think I’ve ever captured it as well as you have here.