Foggy Sunday Morning Ramble

The fog is hanging on this morning, like a fine veil of organdy draped over God's handiwork. Colors muted, lines less defined, creating a beauty all of its own. The air so heavy with moisture that it seems almost as if it is breathing rain. The ground muddy from the rain last week, and all the horizontal surfaces dotted with tiny drops of moisture that act like tiny mirrors of all that is around them. The goats don't like wet weather and stand in the doorway of the barn, hesitant to step out even for their morning meal. Harry is content to lay on his bed chewing on the very large bone I got him. It seems the perfect day for ducks.
The tea kettle is bubbling and hissing on the stove, waiting for me to arrive with a mug and tea bag. Dutch Apple pancakes ready to be baked for a late breakfast along with our new favorite breakfast treat, hash browned sweet potatoes.
Pictures to come