I know what you are thinking.... you are probably thinking that I am nuts. I mean who likes fog? Well to be honest, even though I grew up in Newfoundland where fog abounds and lighthouses abound, where the sound of the drawn out honk of the foghorn is a normal day to day sound, it is what turned me off from fog until three years ago. When this region had a draught three years ago so bad that we didn't get a speck of rain for well on four months, everything dried up to the point where it hurt to look at things. There was so little moisture in the air that there wasn't even enough to produce dew at night. Jets would fly overhead and there would be no vapour trail behind it. That's when I learned to love fog.
Fog has a purpose. It creates an invisible amount of moisture over every living thing, and every non-living thing to come to think of it, and while that's not good when it comes to the clothes you left hanging on the clothesline overnight, it is good for all the plants that you see growing right outside your door. It also nourishes all the little insects that get their daily moisture from the dew that forms on the leaves that provide them shelter. There's a whole world that we don't see that relies heavily on the fog and mist that forms overnight. Dew is the nectar of their lives.
Now, while I love fog that brings moisture to the flowers, I do not like fog that keeps me from seeing it. Right now my eye is still coated in a thin glaze of fog. The corner of my eye is still very irritated and will take a while to clear.... if it ever does ... I just wish that fog would go away!
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