It snowed today if you can believe that. Wind’s blowing hard and cold over the hills now—a gray, pale Tuesday in March. You hear “I’m so ready for spring” enough and it drains the sentiment out, disarms the cry for help I guess. But it’s a thing to be said, like anything that’s said. “I’m so ready for spring.” Yep. Come on down, April flowers. Show up, green leaves. Time for the colors and thaw, right? Right.
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