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O wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind? – Percy Bysshe Shelley

As I’m writing this, the wind is howling around my parents’ home. As the sun rose this morning, it went from freezing rain, to snow…then from snow to a wet drizzle. Ice still covers the driveway. It’s the kind of gloomy day when it’s better to close the curtains and put on the kettle. Winter is trying to cling to its dominion over the landscape, but I know its hold is tenuous.

Yesterday, Mom and I went for a walk to the river, bundled against the chill of the air. But the snow was warm and small birds twittered in the branches overhead. Most of the river is still frozen and covered in a blanket of snow, but animal tracks of various sizes made paths in the snow. Spring…sunshine, birds, flowers and green grass. It’s coming…

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Ye Olde English, Grosvenor China, Jackson & Gosling, circa 1919

A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love;
The world is waiting for the spring. – Sara Teasdale