Golden dawn

Little cloud puffs were tinted by the rising sun.  Titmice and chickadees arrived early, followed by cardinals.  Doves and squirrels foraged under the feeder.  The morning glories were bouncing with visitors.

At lunch in Norfolk, a mockingbird posed in a crape myrtle by the parking lot.  When I got home, the pruning was all finished.  The trees look weird, but they don't touch the house any more.