Words and pictures from the author of And the Crows Took Their Eyes as well as the Elizabeth Goodweather Appalachian Mysteries . . .
I love misty days. To me, mist always seems a little mystical and magical.
Fog is transformative, especially in these types of scenes.
For once the sun is out here this morning but it's cold.I made a version of the recipe you posted yesterday: red pepper, vidalia onion, and honey nut squash were roasted then added to a can of diced tomatoes that I pureed with garlic and basil. The sauce went over ravioli stuffed with cheese and spinach that I got at the grocery store. Lots of sauce left over went into the freezer and ravioli leftovers for lunch another time.
If moist is also warm, I like it. Cold, not so much.
Farm chores don't care what the weather is...they always need to be done. Loved seeing the little yellow flower, where did it come from! These do reflect the mood of this week. I don't remember any December this wet, actually people complained that it wasn't the rainy season as expected a few years back.
There is something magical about the mist. But I'm so glad we have sunshine here this morning!
The yellow flower is Winter Jasmine.
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