Every picture paints a story...

... don't it?

But I'll add a few words as well.

It was so cold this morning, I had to put the alarm on snooze 3 time before I was brave enough to get out of bed, but it was worth it when I saw this.

The first white frost of the winter, and mist rising from the meadow in the first rays of sun made me glad I have to walk the dog before going to work.

A heron rose from the mist as we walked past the gateway, but I was too slow to get a decent shot of it.

If you look very closely there's a pair of red kites basking in the bare branched tree beyond the golden oak, their calls sounding remarkably like a pair of swanee whistles.

Every Picture Tells a Story ...