I love spring, when the flowers are budding and the grass is poking its head through the ground in a lovely shade of green. It makes me feel alive. However, those months leading up to spring are painful. They are difficult to get through. They seem to drag on forever, the ground either covered in white or the ugly brown slush that the mixture of sand, salt, and ice make.
The groundhog predicted for us today an early spring. I sure hope so. These dreaded cold months are wearing on me.
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