Winter No More

Friday, March 5, 2010

While it isn't officially spring yet, my heart thrilled to see the first signs of budding forsythia this afternoon. It caught me a little off guard. Because just like that, the seasons change. It reminded me of an old newspaper clipping pasted in my grandmother's scrapbook; when, as a second grader, I was asked what spring meant to me. My response was, and still is, "Spring is the beginning of new life."


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