Yesterday, as I was driving through a pass in the White Mountains, I saw patches of snow still clinging to the shady sides of nearby hills, and of course the trees weren’t yet in leaf. But here at home, the daffodils are up, the forsythia is in its glory, and the cardinals are busy building their nests. And down in Georgia, if I can tell from a little…
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