still(ish) life

A few getting-back-into-the-usual-weekly-routine jobs for Em and I this morning. Then, this afternoon as the sky grew darker and darker still, we put on our coats and boots and stepped out for a walk on the green. Em climbed her tree to 'ring the bell', otherwise known as shaking the topmost branch, then she gathered a handful of hardy daisies braving the elements and some other bits and bobs that caught her eye. We dashed back to the porch in an icy cold shower. Em arranged her finds, rather finely I'd say, in the light of the back window. She didn't want to let go fearing I'd move them (me?), so there's a finger tip or two just out of shot.