The Fog Come In

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
by Carl Sandburg

I love the fog - and I suppose it's a good thing that I do - since we get quite a bit of it in our area. This is prime fog time here - through the end of October pretty much. Then the rains generally begin, the happy lights come out of storage, and we all start hunker down for the winter. We are lucky though since we don't usually get great amounts of snow, nor is there that bone chilling icy cold that I grew up with on the Atlantic Coast. By February I am desperately seeking sun though - and start counting the days until the hummingbirds arrive - which for me signals Spring is near. Those hearty little creatures generally arrive the week of Saint Patrick's Day.

I have been working on a new felted project and am so excited because the handle is almost done - then I can take some pictures of it and post it. Hope everyone will have a great week !