In a fog

I have no new photos for today, so here's another of Monday's fog. This is our road, looking the other way from yesterday's photo. That is, to the east, and downhill, toward the river. The house belongs to our neighbors who live full time in Blois (about 45km north) and spend some weekends, holidays, and vacations here.

Fog looks so much more spooky in black and white.

I was sort of productive yesterday. It's a slow start after a winter of hunkering down indoors. First, I trimmed down the dried stems of last year's oregano and daisy patches. I used the electric hedge trimmer for that, then used the walk-behind mower to finish them up. I moved a tarp, a bunch of wood strips, and a dozen or so roof tiles, that I had used to cover last year's pile of yard waste, into the garden shed for the summer. The yard waste was taken away by our landscape guy when his crew trimmed the hedges in January. I'm making a list of yard chores. And I'm checking it twice.