Colorful Dogwood

The familiar small dogwood near our back entry. The morning sun is fairly high behind it, filtered through the thinning leaves of the large oak tree in our neighbor's yard. A delightful sight, visible through the window from my usual seat at our dining table.  One of the joys of our small house.

Edit, next morning: We went to bed last night fearing the worst, and it has happened.  Much worse than waking up  in England  the morning  after the Brexit vote.