Here are photos from two morning this week. The first (taken by Kelley) is mist over the ravine, on what turned out to be a dry day.
The second is from yesterday morning, about nine o’clock, after a night (after three whole days; long, long days) of serious rain. Nights of rain and fog mean dreams disturbed by mournful foghorns from shipping in the sound, and a weird feeling of dislocation, of feeling unmoored, in the morning. But perhaps that’s just the result of living in Hild world. Whatever the cause, seeing the sun glistening on the deck (on the perbs, on the trees, on the table) this morning made me very happy.
And this is how the day turned out. Wow.
And now more Hilding. I hope your weekend has been and continues to be as peaceful as you would like.
Nicola Griffith 
Mist is so lovely — wish we had more of it here. The haze you get from dust devils just isn't the same :P.
Spring is arriving very slowly and I so need to get down to less than 3 layers of clothes at work. Has been good though to see the 6,000 peach seeds I planed erupt and grow so quickly in the poly houses to about 5cm tall already. The cherry & pear grafts have taken really well and are bursting through the tape and paraffin wax – better than usual success rate which I;m taking all of the credit for! Quince are taking off, chestnuts are through the soil and figs are just in. Got to plant rest of the cherry grafts tomorrow and more quince. Blossom everywhere on the stock trees. Bees buzzing, rainbows between showers… ; )
Jo, mist is moody and melancholy and mysterious.
Jude, wow, all that fruit. Our summer was so miserable this year that the local fruit was, well, it left a lot to be desired.