I never used to get too jazzed about spring. When I was a kid, I remember wishing away the seasons that weren’t fall, because any time that I couldn’t deer hunt was time wasted. Life sure was simpler back then.
These days, I’ve grown to appreciate the nuances that come with spring, particularly those that signal an end to winter and the beginning of a new growing season. Things as small as the first bloodroot blooming modestly on the forest floor cause me to smile and stop to appreciate how such a delicate plant could possibly be so stubbornly tough.
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