Welcome to this week’s edition of Nature Friday where we join the pups from Adventures of the LLB Gang. Be sure to click on the link to see what others have shared. Wilson here. I gave Mum the day off-she’s been extra busy lately so I told her I’d take care of this. Anywho…today is Halloween Eve. I sure hope no goblins or ghosts try to frighten me.
You may remember I mentioned we actually received some rain at the beginning of the week. Like a lot…close to .three fourths of an inches of wet stuff. Mum was over the moon about it…I on the other hand was far less pleased. But if it makes her happy, who am I to deny her. But I’m glad this week has since been dry but heard our weekend forecast is calling for snow for the mountains and most likely rain at the lower elevations. I just hope it isn’t too bad. Besides not being a favorite of mine, all that moisture will dramatically impact the remaining leaves that are just barely hanging on after months of heat turning most of them in our neighborhood into crunchy facsimiles of their usual selves. The slightest breeze makes them fall onto the ground. It all seems rather sad to see it go. But the weirdest part of the rain was we experienced a major fog that moved in when the rain stopped. Fog is not something we see very often so I had to ask myself, “yo mate, what is this thing called fog.” Fog is basically a cloud that resembles stratus clouds and is shaped by nearby bodies of water, topography, and wind conditions. So fog is simply a low-laying cloud that’s made of tiny water droplets that are suspended near the earth that reduces visibility.
But I needed to know more about fog. I mean, just how does this mysterious cloud form? Fog can form when the surrounding air cools to the temperature where the air becomes completely saturated with water vapor dew. Suffice to say fog is strange and often forms on clear, calm, cool nights when heat escapes the ground and chills the air right above the ground’s surface. I had gone out around 1:30 AM and it was barely sprinkling when we got up at 5:30 AM. Once the rain stopped, fog began to form. I don’t know if it was the rain or the fog that made everything smell amazing. Gosh…if I’d known how wonderful everything was going to smell I might not have been so reluctant to check it out. My walk was an olfactory bonanza,
It took a while before the fog burned off but it sure was interesting along the creek trail.
The fog was naturally the thickest along the creek and the air was heavy with moisture, almost like a mist. All I could think of was the famous Carl Sandburg poem, “Fog.” I know cats are very quiet on their feet and that poem compares the quiet arrival and departure of fog to a cat’s movements.
Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Happy Friday. Today is a special day, I’m penning a two-for-one post! First, as we typically do, we are joining the 
Welcome to this week’s edition of Nature Friday where we join the 
The Mum: I love seeing them in person. I’d heard them earlier yipping just before dawn but hadn’t seen them along the trail for a while so this chance encounter was quite serendipitous.
The Mum: You’re too funny…always thinking of your stomach. That’s an ornamental pumpkin, not one you’d want to eat. Rabbits might, but you definitely shouldn’t.
Welcome to the last Friday of September and the first Friday of autumn. Hallelujah…our favorite season is here. Woof, woof. Today is notable in that there are a couple of other celebrations. Blogville’s very own Mum to Teddy and Angel Sammy from 
Welcome to this week’s edition of Nature Friday where we join the pups from the 
Wilson: Well I’m just telling you, I would have maintained decorum around the hay feeder. There wouldn’t be any of that kind of tunneling on my watch.
