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 think once one lives near the ocean or on an island particularly, it’s difficult to live away from ‘big water.’ I don’t think I’m alone in feeling this way. Enjoy your fog, dearie.
It is difficult, but I have to say the Bigness of this environment makes it easier, mostly I miss the scent of the sea and the sounds.. c
Yes! Me too….the salt air, the clanging of the halyards, the mournful sounding of the fog horns warning “Peril!”, “Danger!”, “Ground!” I miss the blinking lights of the lighthouse…:) Even the greedy gulls following the Blues feeding and spitting up chum. The marshes, the fiddler crabs and eel grass…:) I grew in the most heavenly place on earth…for me.
Fog is always so laden with mystery. Soon you will be beside the sea, I’m guessing, and you will breathe a great big sigh.
I love the fog too – unless I have to drive in it. That spider web shot is soooo beautiful!
The fog photos are stunning! And marmalade will have fantastic kittens!
We are in foggy season too and I love looking out the windows into the fog, the backyard is so quiet and mysterious.
Queenie is a wonderful girl.
I love the fog on the plains! I too grew up on the salt water and all I am lacking is the fog horn and gulls….but I do have the mist rolling across the fields and the geese honking on their way south and the ducks too! Mallards! So far in from the coast…:) I love to sit out in the mist and smell the moist air. I miss being out on the bay in the morning and it felt good to read that you do too! Kittens soon! I remember Marmalade! Is she a mommy now? Wonderful photos! 🙂 Have a great day! We are harvesting the beans. I am waiting to unload. Busy busy!
Daydreaming of fogs (which I haven’t seen for a number of years) and a hot cup of coffee, looking forward to the sunrise and the gentle touch of the breeze. Your post evokes memories….love it!