Mud is here, and the earthy, wet smell of spring pulls me outside.
For days I have heard red-winged black birds sing, and on my runs I see them flit over fields heavy with melting snow and soggy, straw-colored grass.
No longer do I wish to bundle up and stay cozy by the fire at night.
Now my legs long to stretch and leap; my lungs fill with the sweet warm air; my freckles reappear under the bright springtime sun, and I do not want to stay inside long enough for them to fade.
Lovely thoughts Katie – Happy first Day of Spring!! – looking forward to the gardening days ahead
Love, Mom
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