I have to admit to a real love for foggy, damp mornings and we get way too few here in the upper midwest.
Perhaps I should have located in the Pacific Northwest. Sunny days aren't that big a deal with me... as a matter of fact, I frequently find it disconcerting the way the bright midday sun washes out the colors in the gardens... hot, dry winds sometimes cause me concern as I observe my beloved plants withering for lack of life sustaining moisture...
... on the other hand, on a foggy morning I sense the garden reveling in the encapsulation of the damp... it is renewing for me as I perceive the renewal of my garden friends... my many and varied plants that grow nourished by the dark loam here in farm country.
As I age, I handle the sun less well myself and take comfort in the shade my maturing trees provide, finding that I no longer need "ideal" conditions to enjoy my gardens...
... for me, the gardens are never more beautiful than when they are hanging with droplets of dew and the moisture contained within the fog...
I sense renewal within myself as I fondly remember the two or three times each gardening season, when the fog lays heavy, enriching the colors of any blooms lucky enough to be open on these special mornings.
It's as if the entire world were within the space of a hundred feet or so in any direction, and I the viewer had the very best seat in the house, privileged to observe all aspects of this temporarily minute universe... having to take by faith that there could be something more than my eyes could see at this precise moment in time... and yet, I have no doubts that there is more... a lot more in fact. There is much that I have never seen , even within the confines of this planet, and yet I believe in the existence of these things... I have faith that it is all there.
On these days when I am at the center of this little place surrounded by the dense fog... my mind can easily sense in an ever enlarging spiral that there is more than the gardens at Oak Lawn Cheese Factory, there is more than the community and county where lies this place I call home... indeed, there is more than this country, and even this world or this universe. I have often experienced evidence of things seen and things unseen... these experiences have strengthened my faith and just as it is easy believing in the existence of this small lush garden on a foggy morning... my faith, based on the experiences of my time here on earth, allows me to believe in something far greater than all of these... and through this I find contentment in a foggy morning, and when I truly and deeply consider where my strength ultimately lies, I realize that I am in possession of the greatest gift ever bestowed on mankind... a gift that allows contentment and joy in any circumstance no matter how difficult... all that is necessary is to call upon strength of the Lord.
Please allow me to share some of the foggy mornings I've experienced here in my gardens....
Greetings from Oak Lawn Cheese Factory... Larry
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