It makes no sense to me.  You can’t create more daylight by calling 6 a.m. 7 a.m. once a year.  The old Indians say it’s like cutting one end off a blanket and sewing it on the other end to make it longer.  Ah well.  Here’s what I saw out the east window this morning at whatever time you want to call sunrise.

When I opened the window, Rosie went out on “her” roof to get a closer look of how beautiful it was.