Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Fogged but not Forgotten
This morning, the fog is hanging heavily around the farm, no doubt to burn off later. I'm hoping Isaac burns out far to the south of home...those were my first two thoughts this morning. The other was, I'm glad I got back to sleep after waking up with deer seeming to be walking through my tent rather than around it. Which was fine. It was the heavy footed, heavy breathing thing that had me wide eyed as a Maurice Sendak reader at age 4.
My eyes will be on the radar and reading the weather stories and my heart is wrapped all around the people and place of home. Thanks to those who help keep an eye on my things when the wild winds blow.
Have a not too much wind Wednesday. Do something welcoming.