During the afternoon, clouds above Mount Warning looked for all the world like billowing smoke erupting from the top of the mountain. Then again, it could have been steam …
This morning we had mist, so thick at times that I couldn’t see the garden at all. ‘Twas a dilemma – who knew if we should expect sun or rain?
When the sun finally appeared, the mist, the angle of the sun, humidity in the air – who knows what contributed to the effect – lit up my front garden with an eeriness that I have never seen before.
Suspended droplets of mists danced across the sunbeams, while the same sunbeams lit up spider’s webs by the dozen!
I had no idea that so many eight-legged creatures lived in my garden. Not that I saw the residents, but their homes glistened wherever the sunbeams landed.
There were webs of all shapes and sizes!
Just after 6am, a tiny pocket of mist dancing across the valley floor, frosty blue clouds caressing the summit of Mount Warning …
… and a young butcher bird posing against the cold morning light of the sky. ❤