Tuesday, March 27, 2012
After a few hours at the hospital I thought it would be clear flying on the way hone but the fog was still hovering and traffic was heavier so it was slower going. I don't think the skies cleared until nearly noon that day and it reminded me of the earlier days here when I was growing up and the fog seemed to be a more constant companion. All the open farm fields in the '50s and '60s made for the perfect conditions for that fog to crawl in off of the ocean in the early morning.
I think it was Ogden Nash that wrote about fog coming in "on little cat's feet" and sometimes that's just how it is, crawling across the field across from my house in the morning. But last week, it was more like a blanket over the entire east end. It happened to be the first day of spring and somehow it seemed appropriately seasonal.