Thursday, January 9, 2014

hints and winks

It was in the low twenties when I walked the dog on Tuesday, cloudy and raw, so bitter cold that my mittened-hands ached. Today it was almost fifty degrees outside and sunny, the sky a brilliant blue. I even heard a note or two from a bird that sounded unmistakably like spring. There are still months of winter ahead, but every so often nature winks and hints at what's to come.

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