My Kind of Town

My friend-about-NYC, Lisa (that's her new nickname - it's long but awesome), got a little bullied by the city she loves this morning.  Read about her misadventures, here.

This morning, north of the Hudson River, I woke up and it was quiet.  The sun was shining through the window and there wasn't a single hint of industry or mass-transit to greet me.  Ah, nature.  

Oh, good morning, Mr. Robin. . . you're a day early, tomorrow is the first day of Spring.  Silly little, pretty avian friend.  No worries, all is well in Endwell.  

Anyone want to go cow tipping?