Day of mists

It’s a day of mists. I would say a day of mists & mellow fruitfulness, only the fruitfulness is over & there’s nothing mellow when the day starts below freezing point.

There is something wonderful nonetheless about the day as the mists rise & drop. We went off to the dentist to finally get those fillings filled. As we went we passed through clear patches, then softer patches. Often you could see clear up a side road but look up & the top of buildings disappeared into nothingness.

Looking at the garden when we got home we were struck by the different beauty such days can bring. With the colours being so softly muted you are more aware of the beauty of shape rather than colour. The privet lollipops give interest standing out from the low lavender hedges below. The pergolas look good, strong in their woodenness. The trees stand tall. Many have lost their leaves now, but even the evergreens look magnificent in their shape rather than leaf.

Venturing a little in the garden I discovered the rosemary draped in damp cobweb sheets.

As the day goes on houses appear & disappear, always changing. Quite fascinating.

P.S. The dentist has decided to send me to the hospital to have my tongue checked out.