Marching on

Here comes the sun. My mornings becomes more and more early, my bedroom window face east and on a sunny day like today I wake up before seven. Then I realise that I'm a pensioner and have the option to stay in bed a bit longer. Sun doesn't mean heat, especially not in early March. There is a bitter cold north wind, only containing one small degree above zero, I tried to do some small garden tidying but it just wasn't pleasant so music indoors took over.
The evening sun has moved a considerable distance from where it was on the twentyfirst of December, way to the left outside the foto and it's only 16 days left to the equinox. Happy days are here again.