This little tufted titmouse is sitting on a bare branch that should be pulsing with life. It isn't.
My beautiful lace cap hydrangeas are dead. The winter was too much for them. Their branches are brittle and dry. but they remain a stopping off place for the birds at the feeder, I won't cut them back yet, I still have a small nut of hope that they will fight to survive. As you know I am a dreamer.
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