Frosty Morning, Brewood

Normality again, Mom not forgotten, but at least I was back at work driving in just as the sun rose.  For once I turned away from the sun to take a photograph of one of my favourite trees, tenaciously holding on to the last of its leaves.

A beautiful frosty morning.  The crunch of ice beneath my feet, the rustle of dried leaves, it was good to be out.