(Christian Science Monitor)
The fog rolled in during Memorial Day weekend. It was right on schedule. My wife and I looked gloomily at each other and sighed. We weren’t ready for summer yet; at least not our type of foggy summer. That fog can really put a chill in you.
Weather forecasters call a marine layer. Well, I call it a marine invasion. Fog by any other name is just as gray.
Ah, but then Labor Day arrives. The fog lifts, our spirits lift, and everything reappears in glorious profusion. Those magnificent Monterey pines stand out clearly etched against sand, sea, and sky.