I was late for church. The early morning fog made driving slow and the beauty of it had me stopping along the way, taking pictures. That is the steeple rising in the mist, heavenly arising out of the fog with the flag standing at attention the day before Memorial Day, the trees like honor guards.
The morning was atmospheric; heavy in anticipation of the rain that would come a few hours later. Peaceful and still, in its own way.
Our front lawn was lush and green and the pink of the tree peonies seemed more vivid in the fog.
The smaller tree off to the left is Kezzie’s tree, the Donald Wyman crabapple that was flush with blossoms earlier this month.
The arbor was like a picture frame, centering the lawn beyond like a watercolor. 
Not even the deer attempted the deer crossing along the road.
By the time we started out for home, a few hours later, it was raining “cats and dogs”, keeping us indoors until later in the afternoon, when droplets played on the hosta leaves.
I don’t mind a little fog now and then, though I would prefer not to have to drive in it.
Monday dawned bright and sunny, then hot and humid. It happens fast here in the Midwest; the temperature changes quickly and often dramatically. We went from the 50′s and torrential downpours one day, to 90 degrees and humid the next. The sun was so welcome on Monday, for we had not seen it in quite awhile, it seemed, and it seemed a perfect way to begin the summer season soon to be upon us.
How about you? How was your weekend?
