I love the “Fog” poem by Carl Sandburg who describes the fog so simply and powerfully through a metaphorical cat. Aubrey is sitting looking not over the harbor but at me and with hairy eyeballs I might add. She is mysterious, unpredictable, and even a little scary just like that fog slowly and quietly creeping in. (Thank you, Dan, for sharing this poem with me.)
The Fog poem gave me clarity of mind for the following opposite sunny days. I am wearing a classic wool cashmere, camel-brown dress coat by Marvin Richards. This coat will probably be in my closet forever.
A glimpse of Crotched Mountain peeking through the trees.
This is what I typically wear on weekends. You have seen this navy checkered shirt before and distressed jeans. But these burgundy Lucky Brand booties are new and were thrifted for $20.00.Mabel turns one on Monday, March 2. We are throwing her a surprise party—shhh. She thinks she’s still a puppy…an 85 pound one.