Visual reminder of angels among us.
Low lying fog over bare trees and dried grasses.
I am always surprised at how witch hazel blooms in January. The clustered tendrils seem so fragile and yet withstand freezing temperatures with ease.
Looking skyward . . . blue sky peeking through the clouds.
Cedar carpet along the fence in the lane.
"Weeds are flowers too once you get to know them." ~ A. A. Milne
Pops of living colour down the lane.