We woke up early on Sunday morning to see our backyard shrouded in mist. The valley beyond was invisible and all our trees looked ghostly and mysterious as parts of trunks and branches were concealed in a thick blanket of fog. The edges of trees and gardens were blurry and everything looked soft and grey and outlines fuzzy. The colour green, in the leaves and grass, was rather muted and the white Azaleas, flowering in the middle of the yard, can barely be seen. Little droplets of water are dripping from the fronds of the tree fern. Mountain mists are rather special and a reminder of our altitude, even here in the lower Mountains. They were certainly not experienced by us when we were living in the suburbs of western Sydney. By the time we left for Church, the mist had practically lifted!
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| Only the top half of our backyard is visible, while the lower half is blanketed in mist. |
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