And this is not how Christmas is supposed to look, either. But here it is. Foggy and warm enough to sit out on the porch, if you don’t mind a little drizzle.
|Foxtail with raindrops, like a miniature Christmas tree with bulbs|
I’m already tired of El Nino, which shows no sign of let-up or allowing winter to return to normal. I want cold and snow, though it’s hard to argue about the lack of a heating bill. Still, this is not the kind of weather that makes me want to put a warm, winter stew over the fire. It’s not even good hot chocolate weather.
What it is, is about as foggy as it can possibly be. These photos were taken shortly before noon today, not at dawn or dusk or even first thing in the morning when fog is usually thickest. No, this is noontime fog. It’s the kind of fog that makes me glad I don’t have 100 miles of driving ahead of me today. A quick trip down the mountain and into town at 35 mph is about as exciting as I want it to be. And 35 mph is about the only safe speed today, which makes me glad I’m not on an interstate somewhere.
Fog for Christmas is a new thing for me, I think. At least I don’t remember any other year with fog, let alone fog like this. So now I am back in my cabin, where I plan to stay for the rest of the day, cooking up the last batch of Christmas cookies and hoping that Christmas day will bring something other than more fog.
I hope all of you and yours have a very, Merry Christmas and a great holiday!