I love Sunday mornings. And I love fog. This morning I was blessed with both.
For some reason these types of mornings remind me of my parents. My mother never got the opportunity to live in the country, and probably did not want to, but she loved the outdoors. She would have enjoyed the quiet solitude I embraced this morning as well.
As I look out the window, I can see the goats are all happy. It is a warm sort of day, almost humid at 40 degrees. The girls are knawing on a downed branch. Occasionally I see a flash of a few kids running across the lot, ears flapping, in pursuit of another head butting match.
One was just playing “queen of the hill” on a rock. I love to see them happy, because it tells me that they are healthy.
Have a wonderful Sunday. I hope yours is relaxing too!