Isadora, " We went for a walk on the jetty by the ocean."
Isadora, " It was crisp out and I wore my jacket. When we first arrived, the ocean was blue. But as the fog rolled in, the ocean changed colours."
Duffy, " And eventually, the ocean took on a silver shimmer. It was beautiful."
Isadora, " I was reminded of the poem by Carl Sandburg."
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
~ Carl Sandburg
Have a Fabulous Friday!
See you Sunday for Sunday Selfies.
the critters in the cottage xo