|The eerie fog that greets us almost every morning.|
It's extremely hard to photograph, but I keep trying.
It's raining. Of course it's because of me.
First I bought some winter clothes deeply discounted. That triggered us into record breaking summer temperatures, yet it's January and we have had 80 plus Fahrenheit degrees for a week now during the daylight.
So I got the bright idea to begin washing the wheel estate. I say begin, because it's so big and I tucker out so easily, that it takes me days to wash the exterior from top to bottom, and end to end. I am barely half done after toiling away on it for 3 days.
Well guess what.
The heavens opened up and the rains poured down. The temps even cooled to a mere 77F.
Am I controlling the weather or what?
More later I am still pooped out.
|The early morning fog gives the forest an ethereal ghostly aura.|
If Big Foot came walking out, I would not be shocked nor surprised.