This morning it's more like late fall than full winter. Cherry trees have bloomed or are ready to bloom. Some of the forsythia line has already bloomed, months early.

Photographers (Anne Whiston Spirn) talk about early morning light as best. I happen to love the way the yellow light stretches across the landscape. Today, with frost on last year's grass, the fields were the softest beige. In the distance, the Short Hill range was purpled, lavender. Bare branches of trees were yellow-brown like willows instead of merely 'brown.' And the full moon sat in the opposite sky, bright white and full against a blue morning sky.

And the girls wanted out, out, out of their red barn with its green shingled roof.

Colors just stand out this morning.

Frog Out