Where frost and fog meet

Rumor has it I missed our first frost of the season.  But since I wasn’t here for it, today’s frost was my first of the season.

The fog was incredibly thick this morning.  Because it was so soupy, I almost missed the frost.

Frost on Queen Anne's Lace

We’ve had heavy rainfall the past two days so this was the first chance I’ve had to take a walk around the pond.  The water level in the pond is high, and the earth is becoming liquid.

Some of the trees have lost all of their leaves.  Some have lost most of their leaves.  And a few here and there (such as the willows) still have most of their leaves.  It is quite a mix out there.

I wore a hat and my winter coat.  I forgot my gloves.  My hands were cold and slightly numb by the time I made it back to the house, but it must have been warming up.  The frost had melted into dew and was dripping off of everything.

It looks like our friends and family out east will have their first snowfall before we do.  That’s highly unusual.  I am a little jealous.  Just a little.  I am not ready for snow just yet.  I’d like to get in a couple more bike rides before the white stuff coats the landscape.

We all like to congregate at boundary conditions.  Where land meets water.  Where earth meets air.  Where bodies meet mind.  Where space meets time.  We like to be on one side, and look at the other.

~ Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless

While out and about somewhere, I heard an old wives’ tale that if you have heavy rainfall in autumn, there will be less snow in winter.  We’ll see.

A summer fog for fair,
A winter fog for rain.
A fact most everywhere,
In valley or on plain.

~ Weather lore

I still haven’t seen a woolly bear.  I wonder where they’re all hiding this year?

That’s it from the Bogs for today.  Thank you for dropping by and joining me on my walk.  I hope you didn’t get lost in the fog and that your feet didn’t get as wet as mine did.

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