A Foggy Walk

It was uncertain whether I'd even be able to see the fence on this, the foggiest day I'd experienced in recent memory. Driving to the farm, I could barely see the road's edge. Gray pixels floated through the air as I walked from the barn to the ATV, loading the fencing gear.

I puttered into the pasture, parked the vehicle next to silver gates that blended with the mist, and circled my waist with a leather pack that held thick staples, a hammer, and a strainer handle (used to tighten the metal wheels that connect wires on a livestock fence). Then, I walked the fence line, checking for breaks or loose wires as I wound up and down the holler.

Branches lifted the fog to provide passage. Birds chattered, and twigs snapped, startling two deer in a clearing. Tender green overtook crackling brown of fallen leaves and shone through the fog.

This picture was taken toward the end of the hike. I'd just climbed the steepest hill of the trek to a narrow ridge topped with a cow path, and I was awed into stopping and soaking in each individual tree's glow.

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This Week on the Farm

The nearly triple-digit heat that hit hard last week looks to continue. We'll be focused on providing fresh water and shade for our sheep, cattle, horses, cats, and Christmas trees. (Although the Christmas trees don't need the shade so much as they are--or will become--shade....)