Last Friday we set record warm temperatures for November. But before the thermometer rose, the fog descended, making for a very murky morning walk.

My favourite tree still stood.

But it felt like the world ended at the edge of the farm.

By the end of the walk, the sun had risen and the fog was burning off and the farm returned.

I love seeing how the farm changes over a day, over an hour and over a season. Starting and ending my days here never gets old.