Spring is so close I can taste it. Â I can feel it in the slightest hint of warmth in the gentle breeze. I can see it in the melting piles of snow. Â I can smell it in the warming earth. I can hear it with the arrival of the fat robin and his exasperated mate. Â
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There have been some real low moments over the last few weeks. Â Real depths of winter feels. Â So much very hard work, for so far, very little reward. A lot of anger. Some regret.
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But then the sky is bright blue and the mountains are sparkly for like 3 days in a row, and it's a balm. I go out and rake in the flower garden I adopted last year and feel strong again. The bulbs I hastily planted in October start to push their way through the dirt and bring with them a bit of hope. I hit
publish and the weight lifts just the slightest bit. Â Suddenly, I don't feel as worn down.
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Because Spring is so close, I can taste it.