Foggy August Morn

We awoke to dense fog this morning; the dew was so heavy it was as if it had just rained.

Plants were dripping.

Scarecrow danced happily in the garden  in a fog.

Rog got an early start on weeding and digging potatoes, getting as much  accomplished as possible before the fog burned off and it turned into a sultry, sticky, sunny day.

When I went in for my  morning coffee after miking the cow, I noticed that even the kitchen window screens had droplets condensed from the thick fog.