
Spring has finally arrived on the East Coast. Winters here are far different than my former West Coast locale, as Winter takes it’s sweet time, like gooey sap from a Maple tree; resisting leaving the tree to become maple syrup. Finally the Forsythia blooms, the birds come back, nagging me at daybreak to put out the feeders (we take them in at night because of raccoons). The leaves and the...
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