When I woke up this morning I looked out the window and discovered the clouds were low on the mountain. I knew I would have to hustle drink my lemon with honey, get dress and get up there before they started to lift. Less than an hour later I was across the street and heading into the park. No birds were in the air, but I heard a Carolina Wren in a nearby bush and caught a glimpse of a male Cardinal in a tree before he slipped up under the leaves.
















