Spring . . .

Nothing like cold weather to make you want to be warm, but nothing beats that first hint of spring in the air.  The wind changes, the buds swell, leaves from crocus, tulip, and hyacinth emerge through the crusty snow.  In a drab winter world, that brilliant green is a visual excitement.

Soon, a new pattern will emerge here.  It is being written up over the next few days.

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