Spring in New England

Ah, Spring. The earth smells fresh and musky as it thaws after a long, harsh winter. The crocuses and johnny jump-ups have pushed their pretty faces through the warm soil, seeking out the sun. The pussy willow in the side yard is already in full bloom, its soft little brown buds exploding into yellow puffs of fluff. The grass turned from mostly brown to almost green overnight. And the snow is drifting down in big, fat, lazy flakes.

That's right: I said snow.
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