I know that spring is here. The calendar says so. The evidence is clear.
Kids bicycles are off the porch and on the lawn.
Crocuses are poking through the ice crusted soil and so are the daffodils
and tulips.
Most of the piled snow mounds are melted and the winter-sanded
side roads are crunchy with grit and grime. The main hiway's grassy sides,
where salt is used to melt the ice on the road, are speckled with pasturing deer and fauna to lick
the salt.
Here it is early April and we’ve had only one or two days of
decent warmth for this time of year.
But, but where is spring?
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