A Fine Morning

The days are starting off cool and foggy and ending up in the 70s. I could barely see the ocean at the start of my walk, just a subtle gleam in the gray from time to time when a wave would break, reminding me of the Ansel Adams photos we saw yesterday.  The front fence is finished (say it five times), except for a new coat of paint. Bad timing, since the roses and irises are at their very best right now, and far too fragile for anyone to be crawling around between the plants. I have a sinking feeling that I may be the one to do the job, since I know I will be super careful, but we’ll see.