We had ourselves a real upstate NY winter this year. Cold, snowy, and as it turns out, long. The sign outside a firehouse I pass on my way to work reminds us - farmers, commuters, teenagers, schoolbus drivers, old ladies - to "Think Spring," as we cruise by. In the past week or so, it's easier; the sky is fully light by the time I get there. This morning I did chores without a flashlight to a soundtrack of song birds.
Of course, I was also shuffling through a couple fresh inches of snow.
Of course, I was also shuffling through a couple fresh inches of snow.
Ah well, it's almost here.
...because the crocuses are here.
We can hardly wait!
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