The Half-Crazed Hedge Shaman
How it is, how it was, and who gives a honk, anyway?
Thursday, November 13, 2008
First Fog of the Season
The deck around the pool was wetter than it had been for the last "rain."
The sky to the East was white.
The grass was wet, the trees dripping.
It was the first fog of the season, not a thick one, but reminding us of the solid white days ahead.
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