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There is life after winter. It will, we continue to hope, manifest itself in white blossoms, pale pink blossoms, shocking pink blossoms---all in good time. Fruit trees and mock fruit trees will flaunt their ruffles before our cold-shrivelled souls, inviting us to romp—to leave our months-old fetal position and actually romp.
Do we dare? Well, I'll need more than one day of double-digit temperatures before I give up my duvet and my flannel nightgown. I'll be a doubting Thomas until I hear that robin with my own ears. See more than three crocuses in my yard. I'll have to know that the back yard ice is gone for good before I take my winter coats to the cleaners.
I talk tough. But I already feel the urge to grab the rake and see who else is pushing green through the still-frozen ground. To whip off those rotting leaf layers and free the crocus tips. It doesn't take much to put the spring back in my step—the spring, the spring, the spring!
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