Winter
is dying!
Its
blood is dripping off roofs and down drainspouts and rushing along the
roads. Streams are coming to life in the woods. The sound of water is everywhere,
and the birds are singing a dirge (if you can call various forms of “hey baby,
check out my cool feathers” a dirge).
Yes,
there is a chance of a few inches of yuck Friday night into Saturday morning,
but the death of Winter is always a messy thing.
Under
the snow the bulbs are growing, and as soon as you can see a bit of green there
will be violets, dandelions, and snowdrops blooming!
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