Brouillard

Fog. It's been thick the past few mornings. Pea soup, as the saying goes. The layer lightened up a little on Thursday, but the sun never quite broke through. Sound is muffled under the fog, as if a thick wool blanket has been pulled over our heads. The trees drip condensed fog to the ground, making a soft sound not unlike a light rain.

The view from our front deck on a foggy day.

I suppose that fog is better than ice and snow, but I find myself hoping for a little wintry weather. January and February are the coldest months around here, so I may get my wish. When it does snow, it doesn't snow much and it doesn't last very long. More important are the freezes. For years the people who work in the vines have complained about mild winters, saying that we need freezing weather to kill off bad things, be they weeds or insects. We'll see what the next couple of months bring us.