I simply love the fact that my house is an equinox clock. The sun gets far enough north to rise and shine in that window on the vernal equinox every year. It disappears from the window on the autumnal equinox.
Even though we've lived here for nearly nine years, I've always suspected that it was simply a coincidence. I almost confirmed that this year, because I thought the spring equinox was supposed to occur on Saturday, March 21. But at sunrise on March 20, there was that big old sun peeking through the bushes in front of my dusty window--and when I checked the paper I discovered that the spring had sprung officially, and my house-clock was working perfectly.
This has got to go down in history as one of the crappiest Skywatch Friday entries ever, but it has a certain screeny, caught-almost-accidentally, quality. I had to run for the camera, and this was the best I could do.
Happy Spring, everybody. And happy Skywatch Friday. Have a great weekend.