but I didn’t attend. The Greenfield Garden Club always has a delightful Christmas party complete with a delicious pot luck and a Yankee Swap which is always great fun. Last night I set out, clutching the party address on Bernardston Road. It was foggy when I set out, but I gave it never a thought.

As I drove along I noticed that even the houses near the road were camouflaged by the fog. I drove past where I knew (approximately) the party was being held but I could hardly see the roads opening onto Bernardston Road much less a driveway.  I drove along until I could turn around and tried to see a house number and driveway from the closer vantage on this side of the road. No luck.

My husband was so fascinated by the fog that he took photos all night. I did not find it delightful. It was so thick that even on familiar streets I became disoriented and felt lucky to have found Elm Street, and even luckier to be able to see where Allen Street began. A night of mystery, and some unease, but no party for me. I wonder how long it will take us to eat the big bowl of Gujerat carrot salad intended for the Pot Luck.

So  to all the Greenfield Garden Club members who I did not get to celebrate  with last night, I wish you all a happy holiday and clear driving from now on.

REMINDER: You still have till midnight on December 13 to leave a comment here, and have a chance to win my book, The Roses at the End of the Road, and Maria Colletti’s book Terrariums: Gardens Under Glass.  I will have a drawing on December 14. You still have a chance to win!