Vernal Equinox

Familiar bird songs as dawn approaches. Spring peepers signaling this annual emergence from dormancy. Creation stretches and yawns. A familiar, welcome rhythm. Time to plant. Time to clean. Time to open windows, to inhale and exhale.

For the longest time, Fall was my favorite season. Not sure why, because Winter is always on deck. Maybe it was the aroma of burning leaves.

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