Fogged in, up and down

Already a few hesitant buds are appearing in the forest around my cabin.  Likely, more would be in evidence with the first sunny day.  This week hasn’t produced even a moment of sunshine, just a constant drizzle, and, as you can see, a lot of fog. Not much actual rain has fallen, though given the amount of mud around the forest, you might have guessed differently.  

Last night the fog was so thick and gray that it actually made my bedroom seem light.  I kept waking up wondering if Roundtop left some lights on, or perhaps the neighbors.  But no, the gray color of the fog just made the night paler than the usual dark of the forest that I’m used to.  I suppose I could have gotten up and closed the curtains, but I don’t think I woke up enough to do that.  Or didn’t want to wake up enough do that.

This morning during my walk I heard more than I saw in the forest around me.  Sometimes I could identify what I heard, sometimes it was only a noise in the woods, and often that was enough to spook one of the dogs.  We almost walked right up to a pair of geese and startled two deer bedded down under a small spruce tree.  Even they were nonplussed by the fog, I think.