Hope Springs Eternal


Although that prognosticating rodent who shall remain nameless has predicted six more weeks of winter (hope we’re down to just four more weeks by  now), Oscar, Edgar, and I ventured out into the backyard this week to begin our “spring cleaning.”  We raked and/or jumped in leaves, gathered and/or gesticulated with sticks, and dreamed of warmer temperatures.  And though we found a few chunks of ice and the occasional remaining patch of snow, there was a little something–call it a certain slant of light (thanks, as always, Emily Dickinson) or a different charge in the air–that turned this chilly bunch into anticipating optimists eager to emerge from our hibernation and make our mark outside–hopefully without puffy jackets and mittens–soon enough!



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