But alas...we wakened to fog and frost.
About ten-thirty a frail, veiled sun momentarily broke through the clouds, and looked mournfully down at that silly woman hurrying to get a picture of Sunshine in the Similkameen....
Husband and I are sitting back to back in the computer room, sorting through drawers and disks.
A treasure, - we found a dozen or so glass magic lantern slides from his childhood, - held up to the window images of Winnie the Pooh and his friends, gamboling on a green meadow from long, long ago!
Growing old holds many pleasures, and memory has a favoured place....
To lift the gloom of mist and fog a trip to town this afternoon took me through a fairyland of frosted trees that reminded me of Narnia when the Ice Queen reigned, - perfectly splendid and perfectly romantic in an ethereal kind of way.
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I find there is usually a silver lining to fog - as you say, Hildred, the trip out showed you the magic of silver trees.
Yup! And three days on the silver trees have disappeared but the fog is still with us (sigh) - something to be endured I fear...
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