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
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59 responses to “breakfast in the fog”
I love the fog too. And the soft rain – not the frog strangling – cow pissing on a flat rock – torrential down pour we often get, but a gentle soft rain of tiny droplets. I have been known to walk in rains like that when there is not thunder or lightening. We get them once or twice a year here in Texas.
Poor Queenie must be lonely. I’m glad her ‘flock’ is back with her. Have a lovely day!!!
Foggy mornings make me somewhat lazy , I am sure you would love to just sit and enjoy it but there is much to be done to prepare you for your wonderful trip!!!
I like the mystery of fog, not being sure what might or might not be in front of you..in a way it is creepy
have a great day miss C
It takes all sorts! Fog to me is fear – a throwback to being lost in the fog within 200 yards of home, aged about 9; and the chest-heaving horrors of London smog in the 1950’s, where all transport ground to a halt, and I didn’t make it home from a school Christmas dance and six of us slept on the floor at a friend’s house after a hair-raising struggle.
Lovely. I do understand.
Fogs possesses a poetic beauty, presents a time for introspection and reflection, as you have written here. Lovely piece with equally as lovely images.
I LOVE foggy mornings too! They are magical and seem to hold so much potential. They just make me want to go for a walk and really be in the moment. 🙂
I know what you mean about the quiet, yet unique sounds of low lying fog. I too grew up surrounded by water, on an island. I tried to move away from the water once, but didn’t fair well., hence, I live in a coastal state where the ocean is a short drive, and there are rivers all around. How did you break from having the ocean close by?
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How exciting to have kittens on the way! Cats getting pregnant just sort of happens, no matter what unless they are spayed, and the vets say that earlier is better. And they are really not much trouble at all, and having kittens can be wonderful! Something else to look forward to!!! xo
Foggy here this morning as well. I love how all sound is muffled and the mystical change that fog brings.
I get the fog thing! I grew up in Oklahoma and so it’s wind for me, rather than fog. Now i live in East Texas where it’s usually still and humid, and I can remember when we first moved here I kept complaining that there was “no air” until I realized what I missed was the wind. It’s been twenty three years since I’ve lived in Oklahoma, but to this day whenever there’s a change in the weather and the wind that comes along with it, I run outside just to breathe and enjoy feeling like I’m home.
We occasionally get mystical foggy mornings up here on the ridge. When it lifts from our road we often see “mystic lakes” in the valleys below. I love walking in it with the dogs. My books arrived – thank you. Joy
“the fog comes on little cat feet…..” I always think of that poem by Carl Sandburg in the fall here in Kansas in our Flint hills… “it sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.” ……. I love foggy fall mornings, too….. Have a happy Day… Hugs from Kansas.
This mornings fog on my way to Celi’s Post Office was magical. It was high off the ground and I was driving under it. As I passed a house I could see the bottom and the top of the trees and house but the middle was hidden. The sun not quite over the horizon was a glorious pink. I love when it is that color!
We may have a drought and little rain, but we frequently have foggy mornings or early evenings and I, too, find them magical. I can understand how the fog ushers in some tranquil, home-filled thoughts. Your photos are beautiful!