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It was crisp this morning, 37 degrees, but it didn’t feel as cold as it actually was.

Funny how a little bit on sunshine can do that to you.

And the green grass grew all around, all around….

No, that’s not how the song goes.  There is a song.  It’s been a while so I’m not really sure how it goes to tell the truth.  I think it ends up something like — well, the feather on the wing and the wing on the bird and the bird in the egg and the egg in the nest and the nest on the limb and the limb on the tree and the tree on the root and the root in the ground and the green grass grew all around, all around.  And the green grass grew all around.  But it’s what I thought when I saw this little sprig of grass (weeds) growing out of the crack on the side of the building.

Because that’s how my mind goes.

I’ve been passing this sign for years and I’ve never had my camera.

I happened by today with my camera. Snapped a few that didn’t really turn out the way I wanted but with a little cropping and some rotation and a little black and white and….

Well this is about as good as it’s gonna get.

No, Zella. There was no horse.

It was a wagon.

Filled with hay.

Being pulled by a tractor.

Oh. Right.

It was fun!!