Spring always seems elusive, here today, gone tomorrow, always a hint but never the whole. Tomorrow we declare its official start, and it had better be ready to get itself up and get going. I am ready for a whole lot of spring, cool evenings, warm days. I have no favorite season; they all bring their own special blessings to my life, but spring always seems to tease itself out, a flirt, flippantly tossing her hair and sashaying in front of me just before she flings a freezing, snowy wink my way.
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| The snow storm this week. |
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