Misty Morning

Showers were predicted for today. The sky began to get dark and cloudy yesterday in preparation. This morning there wasn't much more than a heavy mist, but it sent all the construction workers running for cover. There was no gaping sewer hole in the middle of a busy intersection. The men in hard hats and orange vests , cement trucks and loads of lumber were not in evidence at the apartment complex under construction at the retirement home. David didn't come to put the corrugated siding on the garden hut. It didn't stop OilMan from getting up at 4am and going to work.

The rain heavy mist didn't stop Ozzzie and me from venturing forth to check out the state of the field which we have been avoiding in its end of summer parched and dusty state. He found lots of unseemly things to eat, while I pottered around happily photographing raindrops on weeds plants. In the end, my favorite picture was the barn in the mist behind the giant palm tree. (My attempts to eradicate the ugly wires from the picture were less than professional, but I like the picture anyway.)

It seemed like a cozy kind of day to settle in and watch the final episode of Broadchurch. Whew! I liked the reviewer's comment to the effect that the British like their mysteries like their tea--slowly brewed and bitter! Thank goodness the sun's coming out!