Brand new sunrise.... in Flash

... from my cellar door.

The swing tree endures. It was a big tall walnut in 1950 when my dad put up my swing. It's lost its neighbor elm and neighbor oak, but has sons growing throughout the yard.

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It's a little after seven. It's seven or eight degrees below zero. I'd drinking coffee and listening to Garden Talk on public radio. Not really listening because they are talking about Japanese beetles and beetles - Japanese and otherwise are all asleep now.

I have the fire going. I cleaned out the stairway of my old mail. I have three feed sacks full. It might be a good day to gather them up with my sacks of cans and glass and go to the recycling place.

Too bad it's not warmer. The Buick could use a wash. Imagine what the lines at the carwashes will be like when it finally does warm up. Best take reading material for the wait.

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If you have a minute - go look at Humans of New York's Valentines pics.... and read too.

http://www.humansofnewyork.com/