Spring. So close. I can hear it in the bird's songs. I can feel it with the warmer air. I can see it in the plants popping through the dirt. But the snow. Still covers the yard. Is there such a thing as Spring snow? Luckily I don't live in the Northeast where the snow compromises the integrity of my roof. Or the Southeast where snow can cripple an entire town. I'm in between. The people here love the seasons - the changes of color, and sounds, and smells. We love the first snow and the last snow.
I can only hope this was our last snow.
Hurry Spring - Easter's a comin'
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