Sunday Morning coming up

What a magical frosty morning!

It was 23 ℉ when I went out to enjoy the morning sounds on Sunday morning.

I thought it was raining or there were droplets of water from the trees, but it wasn't. It was the most beautiful sound of leaves falling gently to the ground around me.

The sun takes a long time in the later months to come over the hilltops and trees. As it comes up slowly, it lights up the colors of the trees across the meadow. 

[This is a section that hasn't been logged yet so there are still quite a few oaks as well as other colorful trees]

15 minutes later, I could see through our trees across to the meadow floor. The deer usually come out along these woods late in the day when the sun shines directly into the area where the green leaves are. 

I found a spot to sit down in my coveralls and watch our meadow as the sun slowly came up over the trees.

The only sounds I heard were some crows calling and flying overhead, along with the whisper of locust leaves and some oak leaves drifting down.

Off to my west I could hear a deer snort and blow. Either it scented me or something else had disturbed it. I waited.

The Queen Anne's Lace was delicately decorated with frost.

The Vervain that I was sitting next to reflected the morning color hues.

Finally the sun was high enough to shine on our meadow and I waited. Most mornings, the does will come out and cross our meadow and browse quietly before jumping our fence and heading east into the neighbor's land.

They didn't this time. So I took a few more 'frosty' photos and decided to check our trail cam which I'd set out a couple of weeks ago. According to the time strip, on the trail cam, this guy was in the woods west of me.

He sure is a pretty one.

Here he is a few days earlier. 

However, I looked through about 200+ photos of deer and we have quite a few who like to come and either sleep in front of the camera or wander through. 

I did see a short video of one buck chasing girls, so it is obvious that the rut season is on.

The day broke wide open and I hunted up a tiny bit of color.

A blackberry bush that had climbed the barbed wire fence and was glowing from the morning sun.

What a brilliant morning to be alive.