This morning was misty - at points so foggy that standing at the gate to the Walled Garden, you couldn’t see the amphitheater at the other side. Looking west toward the Hudson River, it was just a wall of soft white fog. The structures in the garden were especially beautiful against the pale background.
It felt a bit like being in a fantasy world - the Harry Potter group that visited earlier this year would have fit in perfectly.
Yesterday was foggy, today is raining. I’m remembering yesterday fondly right now and wishing that I had been more proactive about putting on my raingear this morning while we were cleaning up the last of the tree residue. Damp.