It is March and it should be spring despite the cold wind blowing in from the north this morning. It must be spring. If I can, I will will it to be spring. And so I search for any blooming flowers even those that are barely thriving. And here is the hope that only flowers know ... that no matter how cold it is in March or April or May, the sun still makes its trek across the sky. The days grow longer and an explosion of all things green is inevitable.
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