Last morning I woke up to a grey, chilly day. It reminded me of the dreich days we had in Scotland.
From our deck the flat grey sky made perfect silhouettes of the sycamore tree and its seed balls.
I’d never noticed this nest. I wonder if it belongs to the Titmouse sitting near it?
Across the river there was a heavy fog over the marshy area.
Even grey, even chilly… it was a beautiful peace start of the day.