We're in the orange.
Mist rising from wet wood in the warm sunshine.
A frosty morning.
One of these trees fell over. Winds have been gusty and the ground is saturated. Sometimes trees can't hang on.
Here is the stump and logs. There are more logs across the street. It was a tall tree.
The shadows are long this time of year, and they are getting longer. I watch them and dream of summer. We missed so much of it last year with my crazy work schedule. When my hubby has the early shift he comes home around 2 pm so we have time to enjoy the afternoon.