This Morning

One of those beautiful foggy mornings we start getting just as August begins to drone on and on and you think fall will never get here.

Miss Maisie

Heidi

The early risers head out when the fog is so thick you can hardly see your hand in front of your face.  The grass is just as heavy with dew and they make trails as they shuffle through.  As the sun broke over Stella's hill, the sky cleared quickly, but the dew remained, mirroring the wispy clouds overhead.

Good morning :-).