Friday, March 23, 2012

Morning Mists


We wake to another misty morning. Formless wisps soften our surroundings and it's difficult to be sure that the fog is real and not the retreating borders of dreamland. I sit up in bed, rub my eyes, and look out to the south, peering into the treetops as the ravine falls below. Ivory dogwood lace accents the gray canopy but it will all be a riot of green quite soon.


I rise, and shuffle down the hall, sit at my desk, and stare through the east-facing window, towards the rising sun, wondering who'll be bouncing around the woodpiles this early. Today, it's only the mists.


Woodpile peaceful, I swivel my chair to the north and check the hazy ridge for the herd - the whitetails - but the does are off hiding their newborn fawns and the bucks have disappeared to wherever it is that bucks disappear to. Actually, I should look more closely into the tall grasses. The Bambies are probably nestled there. For now, though, all's quiet above.

But it's early. And it's lovely. And it's home, here, in the quiet morning mists.

I wonder what I should have for breakfast.

11 comments:

e.m.b. said...

I am up...4:30 -- far too early for even me. But, there are pike waiting. Still dark here, but this piece was such a lovely waking...(hard to imagine there was cussing involved in it's creation...but I bet there was!) :-)

sweet harvest moon said...

Beautiful!

Mike said...

No cussing this time, Erin, but a 4:30 wakeup might have elicited a few choice words.

Thank you, Ms. Moon. Your Alps are lovely, by the way.

Stormbo said...

good pictures. I was down your way about 6am this morning and saw a decent sized buck on the edge of the road.

CathyB said...

Your dogwoods are fully open, while mine are just barely thinking about it. And we live only a few miles apart. That's because you live on a ridge top, and I live on a lowland.

As for the bucks, I found one antler today -- four points -- as I was mowing the part of the floodplain that wasn't too wet to mow.

Before you know it, they'll be abusing skinny trees by using them to rub the fuzz off new sets of antlers. And so the cycle continues...

MacLoosh said...

Damn fine photography sir!

Mike said...

Storm, I guess I'm just going to have to keep a lookout for that buck. Thanks for the heads-up!

Cathy, the dogwoods here are full out, and gorgeous. The ridge probably makes the difference.

Thanks, MacLoosh. Now we need to see some Driftless spring pics...

Ken G said...

For some reason, I've become a sunset person. Used to wander around predawn. Now I lay there till the bird songs make it impossible to doze off again. It's March and we're sleeping with the windows open.

Sunsets seem to last so much longer.

Three eggs over easy, sausage links, hash browns, wheat toast and a bottomless cup of coffee.

Mike said...

I can relate, Ken, but mornings have a special quietness that's hard to beat. And we've had to close our windows, temporarily, for there's pollen everywhere. Ah-choo!

Sanders said...

Looks like a show that is not to be missed...loved the shot of the woodpile.

awesome stuff!

Mike said...

Thanks, Sean. Remember, next time you're visiting relatives...