Even before I had a chance for a morning cup of coffee, the fog was seen dancing and bopping around the hill.
This morning was a little unusual because of two types of fog forming at the same time. Just before the treeline, ground fog laid a blanket of white across the flat ground that was still and un-moving, while another layer of fog swirled slow configurations at the treetops. The middle area of the trees seemed unaffected by the moisture and was clear of fog as was the area closer to the house and barns.
Watching the scene from the comfort of the house was a wonderful way to begin the day as the fog played out at daybreak. The show this morning also reminded me that August is the month where, according to old farmers tales, counting foggy days in August belies the trend for snow days during the winter months. Since last years correlation of fog and snow seemed to be pretty accurate, I’m going to attempt the reporting again this year. Stay tuned…
Hints of weather changes have been seen in the coloring of the green leaves, to the slightly shorter days and cooler nights. But most notable has been the increasing cloudy-ness of mornings and the lingering clouds throughout the day in the form of fog.
As we were feeding the cows breakfast, the fog began to burn off and hints of a blue sky emerged slowly. By the time we had finished throwing the hay off in slabs onto the pasture, the blue sky took over with a brilliance and only a few patches of fog hung on for a few more minutes before the day gave way to a cloudless day.
About a month ago I had posted about the saying that I had found in an Old Farmers Almanac about the clues for winter snow days linked to the occurrence of foggy days in August. I have been keeping track, and now that I really paid attention to it, I realized that my little nook of a farm tucked in behind a 300 foot hillside on both the East and the West, boasts a wide diversity of fog.
There is ground fog, and the stuff that seems to hang suspended in the field about mid-hill height. I have seen fog banks that seem to skip along the top of the treetops all morning long as they dance in the breeze. There are days when the fog seems to creep over the hill in formation and settle down into the field. Fog can be heavy at daybreak and disappear as soon as the sun comes over the top of the hill. And then there are many days where there is heavy fog on the East side of the house, while the West side is absolutely clear.
So tallying and calculating the numbers has turned out to be a little more difficult than I first imagined but this is my stab at it.
There were 2 days where thick fog hung around throughout this little valley until nearly noon.
5 days showed heavy fog that burned off by 10am.
10 days had fog on one side of the house but not on the other.
At least 6 days had spotty fog (pockets) that would rise out of the little dips and canyons as the sun rose, or light layer of fog between house and hill.
Now we will just have to wait and see what the winter brings.
A blurb in an Old Farmers Almanac has me thinking about watching the fog.
The article mentioned that noting the fog formation during August mornings will give a clue to the amount of days that we will have snow in winter.
So this challenge will last all August. I’ll attempt to keep tally each morning and see how close it comes to actual snowfall days during the winter.
Since my skills for losing every notepad, pen, and scrap of paper with important information on it precludes me from basic note taking, I am thinking that I will try a photo a day. But will have to wait to see if that works for this task.
There are a lot of task that need to be done on this day.
Fences that survived the flood need to be cleaned out, straightened and restrung. A new fence needs to be built where the logging job keeps moving along up the hillside. Trees need to be limbed up, both around the hay fields and in the orchard. The asparagus bed needs to be prepared for the new bareroot plants. The list is endless.
But I had to take a moment and just savor the day when I saw the fog dancing around the fir trees on the hillside. The maples and cherries still look bare from the winter but soon the buds will start swelling and spring will burst forth.
I noticed the day just a bit longer today, it was past 5pm and I could still see where I was walking. Could spring be very far away?
After the wild weather that we have experienced it was a pleasant sight to see blue sky at daybreak with the fog hanging around the herd of cows.
Each moment of this beautiful morning showed a new landscape with the hope of a bright, sunny day. The day held true to course and I was able to spend most of the day out side with tasks around the farm.