It is equinox and I know because the sun rises over my birdbath to mark the day when I stand in my bedroom door and look out onto the field.  My own personal Stonehenge
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Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones We are made of dreams and bones Need a place to grow my own 'Cause the time is close at hand ~ David Mallet
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