Everything has its season, but no season is without color and life, wonder and surprise. He who would know the world of which he is a part must know the way the January wind shapes a snowdrift as well as the ecstasy with which an oriole greets the June dawn.
A chance at #23.
Skunk cabbage and, with luck, Hepatica.
That first Phoebe.
Grackles and Red-wing blackbirds.
The sun streaming through the bedroom window again when I wake up.
Girl Scout cookies.
What are you looking forward to as Winter ends?
festival of Lights
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