Foggy morning

It's a foggy morning, with a thin wispy fog hanging low in the trees out away from the house. I like mornings like this, the woods look kind'a magical and have a feeling of newness and mystery to them. The fog is almost all gone now, just a few bits visible way out through the trees, and everything is still damp from evening rains and morning dew. The sort of morning that makes my muses perk up and go "Ohhhh, I could write that into the story."

I'm hoping it starts to clear off, since I want to get out there and work on the retaining walls for my strawberry beds. Been rained out the last couple days on that.