
Foggy morning.
Here’s the only color in our yard. It’s all green, except for this one bush. When I’m driving to town I see all sorts of colors as the leaves turn to gold and orange and red. It’s lovely.
At my house in the woods? Not so much. It’s green, it’s brown, it’s bare. In that order.
But it’s nice to enjoy my one spot of color as I sip coffee this morning.
So nice and peaceful.