Wake up in the morning, look out the window and see . . .
Well, nothing but the closest roses to my window.
At least the fog camouflages most of the weeds . . .
You can hardly see to the end of the house . . .
whatever happened to my view?
The fence has faded . . .
so have the roses on the fence-line
the roses have disappeared on the arch and the paddock
beyond is just a blur.
Oh well, at least it's good for the plants to soak up all that moisture.
Happy SkyWatching everyone!