Swansong

Before the snow and ice vanished, and the flooded fields started to dry out, I made it out for one last picture of the tree.

 

I can see the morning sky from our kitchen table, and once or twice over the last week the skies have lit up at dawn and I've been tempted to dash out. It's a game of chance though, as by the time the colours really start to develop it's too late to get there

Done