morning, evening

This morning Hannah and I stretched our shadows over our soon-to-be front garden. I sunk a few of my daylilies in the ground in October and have had my fingers crossed as I await their return.














This evening it struck me that these nests that I've become so accustomed to seeing everyday will soon disappear into a flurry of leaves. I've seen more of these trees without their leaves than I have with them. As much as the nests charm me, I'm ready for the fresh canopy.