A thunderstorm came through overnight. I slept through it, so I don’t think it was a very loud one, but this morning I woke to beautiful, misty gray skies and a garden beaded with raindrops. The air is cool, clean and so, so fresh and ... green.
I wandered out in my bathrobe, slippers and bedhead and shot a few photos. What I wasn’t able to catch – they were way too fast for me – were a Bewick wren and her fledgling, perched on the rose arbor enjoying breakfast. I just love those little birds.
The first photo is the path between the hedgerow and the house on the north side. The second is a shot of the front garden at the Wren's Nest. The third is a detail of Mr. Wren's favorite clematis, which is growing wild up through the Japanese maple by the front door.