Saturday, December 14, 2013

December morning

The brittle, dying leaves and dry flower heads on the buddleia rustle in the cold wind.   A robin sings as though it were already spring. 

2 comments:

Relatively Retiring said...

The bird song is amazing. Suddenly my garden has a thrush population again.

mm said...

RR: We have the mild weather to thank. Long may it continue ...