As the curtain closes on old man winter's performance spring again takes the stage. Ever the heroine she again manages to avoid typecasts and deliver much needed comic relief countering the drama that was ever so sullenly woven during the months preceding her arrival. From the cherry blossoms to the dogwoods everyone dons their theater tailleur to usher in her performance.
Ever reluctantly the weather is changing and we found ourselves dodging hailstorms between basking in the sunlight on this morning's walk. Spring is less than three days away but the trees don't pay heed to our calendar, they tick by another clock. One that is spinning ever faster as winter releases his dark gray cloak and spring begins to recite her lines, much to the delight of the frozen and windblown audience. I smile when I remember that Nature's theater doesn't have a dress code barring sandals.
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