Spring Tempts #SkywatchFriday

T.S. Eliot thought April was the cruelest month, but I beg to disagree.

February is, at least, where I live in upstate New York.  At sunrise now, the birds are singing, preparing for spring.  Buds are appearing on the trees.  Soon, I'm sure I'll be seeing the glow in the upper branches, indicating sap is rising.

But it's still cold, and snow still threatens.

Meanwhile, the sun still rises every morning.  It starts out small.

Then spreads (it's hard to see, but there's a little orange block in the lower left hand side - this is the sun reflecting off a building.).  Pink appears.

Slowly, the glow grows.

Finally, the sunrise sweeps its way to a stand of Bradford Pears.   Visible to me, but not to you in this picture, are their buds.  It's a bit early, and I know that they are only teasing me.

Their buds await the signal that will send the trees into glorious bloom.

Until then, I dream of spring.

And sunsets.
It's Friday, and I'm joining the bloggers who watch the sky (led by Yogi) at #SkywatchFriday.