Rollin'  rollin'  rollin'  the fog just keeps on rollin'.  Which isn't entirely unusual,  living on the coast we get a lot of fog.  Today I decided we'd take the opportunity to learn about this ground level cloud.  This picture is our back yard at 5:30 this evening.  Spooky.

We also memorized a poem called Fog,  writted by Carl Sandburg.

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

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Posted by LittleEblingsAcademy

That picture is truly amazing........ and beautiful!

Blessings, Beckie :o)

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