The other morning, before the sun rose, the moon and the morning star kept me company while I waited for the few clouds to be painted pink.
It was sooooo frosty, chilly, but very worth it. Is it that cows are always so noisy in the morning or is it that it's just then quiet enough to hear them? (I don't have any cows, nor do my neighbors so I know the mooing was from a ways over the hill).
In turn, the setting sun backlights the beautiful bare branches making a lovely silhouette and if you wait for just the right moment, it will turn those clouds pink again.
Thanks for coming along with me!
Be sure to visit Little Red House to see all the beautiful mosaics!