I was up early on Saturday morning; in time to see the sun rise. When I'd gone to bed on Friday night, snow was falling and I had expected a silent cold morning. But at sunrise, as I stood in my living room looking out at the tree in my backyard with a cup of hot coffee in my hands, I could hear birds chirping. Overnight, the snow had begun to melt. My big tree is yet still but, like me, he can hear that spring is just around the corner.
Sunday, March 02, 2008
March 1st: My Tree
I was up early on Saturday morning; in time to see the sun rise. When I'd gone to bed on Friday night, snow was falling and I had expected a silent cold morning. But at sunrise, as I stood in my living room looking out at the tree in my backyard with a cup of hot coffee in my hands, I could hear birds chirping. Overnight, the snow had begun to melt. My big tree is yet still but, like me, he can hear that spring is just around the corner.
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Nice tree shot. I'm also quite curious as to what would possess someone to embroider a vajayjay anywhere let alone on a tote bag. Lord knows I'm not averse to vajayjays but embroidery is creepy.
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