My daughter-in-law loves fog. She loves pictures of trees through the fog. She loves the idea of getting lost in a fog. When I was in grade school, my friends and I would go way out into the back of the playground and draw a house in the dirt. We'd draw in beds and toilets and stoves. We'd have a front path to the door. We were very creative in our house-building. There were times when there would be a heavy ground fog. It was the best! We would run out to our houses and could feel like we were the only ones out playing. The fog would soften the other kids playing noises and we were the only ones in the world. Once we actually were...the fog had soften the bell so we couldn't hear it and so we didn't return to class. The teacher and the office people became worried and came out to find us. We did finally hear them calling us but until then, we were happily playing house.
|Tule fog in Central California|
There were times I drove my speech team home from a tournament--heading down I-5 through Washington--and fingers of fog came creeping around the van. The night would get darker and my heart would jump a little. I would slow down a bit. The students would continue singing and complaining about how the "judges not smart enough to understand" and other things. Never let them see me sweat... But the fog never got as bad as it is through Central California.
So this morning I woke up to a bit of fog. My daughter-in-law will be happy. In Southern California they said it will "burn off;" in Portland we say it will lighten up to simply another overcast day. Perfect weather for piecing a new quilt.