I love the quiet of a Sunday morning. Sleeping in until 7:19. Watching the sky change into morning hues.

I love the dark branches of the empty trees striking a pose against the brightening sky. But crabapples still bend the branches of our tree, a gift to the birds that will be grateful when the snow finally appears.

After months of days like this it's easy to wonder if winter will ever come.

But I do know tomorrow will bring another lovely morning for me to enjoy.