Yes, I know - it is early yet. But my favorite season of all time is just around the corner, and I can almost taste it. There may very well be more snow coming, but that's part of Spring - or at least it used to be here in southeastern Massachusetts. Still is, I'm pretty sure, in the more "normal" winter climes of northern New England and western Mass. Weather that makes the maple sap flow - cold at night, sweater-warm during the day. But I've started checking my flower gardens for the first arrivals from beneath the soil, and I was rewarded yesterday with the discovery of three little pairs of leaves:) Not sure just what they are (I never can remember precisely where I planted what, and I'm not that good at recognizing them when they're newborn), but it gave me that sweet and sudden delight at their appearance on the topside of the planet.
There have been so many years with precious little snow that after this fabulously snowy winter, it makes the thought of Spring that much sweeter. I do love four distinct seasons, though we've done so much damage to the ozone in my lifetime that we probably can no longer depend on the distinctions there once were among them. Or maybe my terrible memory has fooled me into thinking they were more easily discernible, one from another, when I was a kid [too many] decades ago!
But now it's time to start watching for robins and, soon, listening for peepers. I can hardly wait!
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