I woke up in the night and saw how wonderfully foggy it was after the rain.
Still foggy in the morning when it was time to take the dogs out. Mist, like candlelight and snow manages to transform the ordinary.
So we walked up by the school where the grass has been mown.
I start getting worried about the 'season of mists and mellow fruitfulness'.
Surely, it's still summer?
Soon the sun will break through.
