This is a good representation of how i feel on Mondays. It's my least favorite day of the week since Military Man started his commute.
The picture of the crepe myrtle reminds me of the song, "One." It's alone and exposed, yet, strong enough to weather the storm. The poor is droopy and wilted waiting for the warmth to bring it back to life. On a brighter note, I am very pleased on how these shots came out. The plants and trees nearly froze over the other night. The poor things were almost shocked to death. I took this around six o'clock in the evening while I was calling for boy wonder to come home. We live in a rare neighborhood, where you can literally leave your kids outside playing without constant monitoring. Very little car traffic, basically, only the cars that of those that live here. It's gated and fenced, and thankfully, not a cookie-cutter home. The children ride their scooters, bikes, skates anything on wheels they have available until dark.
A great place to be.