August is the month of fog up here in the mountains. It is said that each morning fog forebodes a snowy winter day. I've always had the best of intentions on keeping track. But never do. I will try to keep count this month to see if it is indeed true. I will. I will. I will. Y'all tell me if I forget. Ok?
So today is day one of fogginess.
I happened along Broadstone Road and saw a sunflower blooming its hiney off in the middle of Charles Church's collard greens. I stopped and took a photo. Then, I met a kind lady who was doing a little maintenance on the plants...ridding them of Harlequin Beetles by using a Black and Decker Dust Buster to suck the critters off the leaves. Who'd of thunk it? Clever. Organic. Hillbilly.
Later, I wondered up hill to visit the community of Matney. I went all the way clear to the top of Oliver Hill. I stopped at the crest and exited my Jeep with my camera. For a few short moments it was only me and a mountain breeze on that dusty mountain road.
Day one of fog
