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Friday, March 20, 2015

Spring is the New Winter

Here's a photo of roses in downtown Binghamton, New York, for you, my faithful readers.

Not Taken Today
These are roses near the confluence of the Chenango and Susquehanna Rivers in downtown Binghamton, New York.

It's the first day of spring!  Rejoice.  Everything is in bloom, the birds are singing, and the people  are happily playing in the sunshine, dressed in shorts and T-shirts.

Um, not so fast. (Cue sound of record player needle ripping across a record, for those who know what that sounds like.)
Binghamton University - the haze is snow

This is the Binghamton, NY area today, on the first day of spring.  I am happy to bring these photos to all of the fans of my winter photos. 

The problem is, it will only be winter for about six more hours, as I write this.  But the spring memo, as usual, has been lost in the mail.  Someone is holding onto spring tightly, and won't let it go.
Snow on bush - again.  Am I trapped in a movie?

Fear not.  We are used to this.  We aren't done with winter yet, no matter what the calendar, or the sun, says.

Today was a day I was able to slow down and relax a little.  I am happy, in some ways, that today turned out the way it has.  Although I pout a little (well, more than a little), I am also grateful for each hour.

Still, I would appreciate it, spring, if you don't delay too much longer.

(The Falling Part 2 post I planned for today will be run next week.)

1 comment:

  1. In your case, winter lingers into spring, while here, autumn lingered all through "winter." Strange seasons.

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