A damp start to the day....

As I walked up the garden a little earlier, there was the kind of fine rain which makes beads of moisture in your hair.
The sound of drops pattering down through the leaves of the maple.
Mr Blackbird arriving for his daily ration of sultanas.
The shrub roses bending low from the effects of the damp and drizzle collected on their petals.
Muffled stillness and mistiness.
And the sunflowers making progress.
Time for a cup of tea.