Looking out of the salon window this morning, the mist is not just in the valley but swirling round Mas del Sol. It is thick and enveloping but it lifts and one glimpses the golden tressed trees, then the mist descends again leaving four donkey silhouettes vaguely visible beyond the electric fence. We can hear the braying coming from the mist and then suddenly again they appear. I wonder if they feel mythical creatures hiding in the folds of the fog, perhaps they play "cache cache"/ hide and seek with each other.
This morning is one of the reasons you enjoy the seasons, it is not cold, in fact Malc tells me very mild. Our next pleasure of the day is to walk Bonny together along the lane, spotting wild flowers still flowering along the hedges, different birds arriving for the autumn some in flocks like the green finches, listening to cries of animals and birds. Early mornings are good at Mas del Sol.
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