A continuation of the journey that began on January 1, 2010, recorded in "a year of getting up to meet the day." After 365 consecutive sunrise outings in that year, I couldn't bear to give up the dawn. This blog (no longer daily) will be informed and inspired by the rising light of the morning sun.

IN ADDITION TO PUBLISHING MY OWN POSTS, I INVITE READERS TO SEND SUNRISE PHOTOS AND REFLECTIONS FROM AROUND THE GLOBE.

Friday, April 22, 2011

April winter

sunrise: 5:38









Poor April has been struggling to assert her springy nature.  Yesterday it snowed.  The day before it hailed.  Today I wore a hat and gloves,  puddles were ice-wrinkled, frosty hummocks of field grass stood at stiff attention, my feet crunched over mud and meadow.  If it weren't for the optimism of the bird population, and a few promising buds on a pussy-willow tree, I might imagine it to be November.
 



But the sunrise was a good one, and the moon was  lovely.





Even though I kept him on a leash due to the early hour and his penchant for baying at nothing, Guster enjoyed an exuberant roll in the grass.  Unfortunately, across the field Clara enjoyed an exuberant roll in something more pungent, tantalizing only to dogs.  That's one of the down sides to the spring thaw.  And Kate was just exuberant with a stick. 



Looks like a good day.

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