Early this morning – before 6:30 – I did an odd thing. I woke up. I do this often, but this morning, this view greeted me out the upstairs window.
I’ve been looking forward to a foggy morning for about two months now, but it has been so dry. It’s been just about perfect weather otherwise…lots of sun and comfortably warm temperatures…but it’s been dry. And dry does not make fog, even in the morning. If I lived closer to one of the big lakes around here, I’m sure it would have been different. But I don’t. And I live at the top of the hill, so double-whammy.
But, like I said: this morning it was foggy when I awoke two-and-a-half hours before I had planned. My excitement drove me downstairs to the camera, and then out to the pasture. In the short time I was out, the fog had mostly dissipated. No worries. Remember? I live on the top of a hill. I was sure there would be fog down in the valley. In my PJs (don’t worry – I was still “decent”), I took off in search of foggy memories.
What I found was Charlotte. And her web. And her children’s and cousins’ and nieces’ and nephews’ webs. It was webby out there this morning, and all their diaphanous filaments glistened with pearly dewdrops.
So pull up a chair, and pour a drink. Enjoy a visit with Charlotte and her family. Even if you don’t like spiders, I think you’ll have fun 😉