It rained most of the day yesterday, with banks of mist rolling over the wooded hills surrounding our barn. It was one of those magical, atmospheric days; cool, but not not cold in the mid-50s.

Then the skies cleared around midnight and the temperature dropped twenty degrees, to just above freezing.

After building and lighting our usual fire in the Franklin woodstove in the Music Room this morning, James went out with the camera and captured the mist, which wove its way through the foliage close to our little compound. He also got some shots of the liquid amber tree out front, which is actually still hanging in there with strong colors. They are especially vivid in the clear morning light.