changing hue
Yesterday morning was just lovely. A tad brisk, but lovely. I walked down to the church behind our place and took some pictures of their trees (since we don’t have our own yet), and when I was looking at the pictures again this morning, they reminded of a line in a Josh Groban song: “Flaming flowers that brightly blaze/ Swirling clouds and violet haze/ Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue/ Colors changing hue/ Morning fields of amber grain …”…