Well the snow is finally gone. Not the huge mounds of snow in the mall parking lots, but the snow that was in our front yard and driveway. And someone must thing spring is coming. I’ve seen a lot of deer and turkeys out touring about in the fields and perhaps even more exciting, tonight, the voices of peepers met me when I got out of my car at home. Peepers can’t be wrong, eh? I notice that the grasses really benefitted from that last snow. Late snow is often called “poor man’s fertilizer” because it makes everything grassy really green. I couldn’t help but think this morning that THIS is what the color “grass green” is all about! What a beautiful and welcome color.
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Mystery is what happens to us when we allow life to evolve rather than having to make it happen all the time. It is the strange knock at the door, the sudden sight of an unceremoniously blooming flower, an afternoon in the yard, a day of riding the midtown bus. Just to see. Just to notice. Just to be there.
— Joan ChittisterThe Cat Cam
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