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 always love your photos, but today’s are absolutely stunning. You’ve captured the fog so well both visually and written down. I’m a huge fan of fog as long as I’m not driving in it- it can been so relaxing
Living in fog is a cool thing. We get so little here, but when we do I love it. Also, having a flerd is a good thing also…cows do so love a flerd!
Linda
http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com
I have really enjoyed your posts about your fog, almost romantic. Fog in my back yard is spooky and a bit unsettling. I also used to loathe commuting to work in it with thousands of other drivers going much too fast on the freeways 😦 So pleased Queenie has her flerd back, I was wondering how she is doing without Daisy. Laura
Fog and my hair aren’t the best of friends! I prefer looking at it through a window or on your blog.
The marine fogs drift through our fields in the early morning. They are the first sign of autumn. At night the freighters play a symphony of fog horns as they travel the river at the bottom of our road. I Love It!!
What is a flerd that Daisy had? Never heard that term before. I have mixed feelings about Marmy being pregnant. As a member of the local Humane Society, I know there are many little kittens looking for a home that could be adopted. They only have a certain number of days before they are euthanized because nobody wanted therm.
Aw, bless poor Queenie. I hope she and Del are good mates. How long before Del’s old enough to start “working?” I understand your love of fog. I love any grey weather: fog, overcast, rain, all of it. And wind.
Auty Del can calve at two years old if she is a healthy big cow, so not next spring, but maybe the following summer.. we will see. I calved Daisy way too late the first time – she was closer to three. c
I love the fog. I’ve lived my whole life on the prairies, too, but those times I’ve found myself inside a cloud on the side of a mountain or on the edge of the sea, it has felt so much like home. Thanks so much for this. 🙂
Kittens are coming! New life on the farmy. I love the fog too. So, incredibly, peaceful. And your photos are gorgeous!
Touching photos of the fog, Celi. And I learn something from you every single day–looked up “flerd” and learned it is a herd of cattle and sheep and that the lambs will follow the cows when threatened–and that in order for them to get along to begin with, they have to bond early.
that is interesting, the bonding thing, I guess mine do know each otheer well, my flerd is getting along very nicely now, I can almost feel Queenies relief. She is not at the barn door every time I turn around now.. she is out there grazing again..
Also –in today’s crossword puzzle was the hint oat-rolled cereal. The answer? Muesli–I never heard the word and figured it was wrong and would have to wait until tomorrow to find the correct answer.
Queenie Mum must be delighted to have her flerd back. You give the fog an ethereal presence and beauty.
Fog seems to bring a kind of peace with it, dense with calm and quiet before it lifts and presents a beautiful day. I too like to sit with it sipping coffee, enjoying its sparkly gifts. I wonder if Marmy’s kittens will add more gingers to Farmy’s feline contingent… Nanny Boo where are you? 🙂
Poor sad Queenie. Some people think animals don’t feel but I know they do. When my sweet old gelding’s mom died he would follow the path where she was dragged to her gravesite (burying a horse is a ugly process), with his nose to the ground. Then he would reach the gate and stand staring mournfully toward where she disappeared. It broke my heart anew every time he did that. He took to hanging around by the fence whenever Rosie the pig was in the yard, just for the company. He finally starting eating again but was never his sassy teenage self after that.
that is sad, and the burial.. yes.. that must have been awfully hard..c
Your photos are always so beautiful! We had some fog roll in the other day and even though it was in an apartment complex, I still loved it. I always love it when the fog comes in. It makes the world so mysterious.