Maybe there's hope yet .
A mere eight days after we emerged, bloodied but unbowed, from our massive dump of early May snow, signs that Spring may finally be winning the battle are starting to emerge. How do I know that? I'm starting to see things popping out of the earth. And considering what we went through last week, that may qualify as a miracle in and of itself.
What have I been seeing the past day or so?
Well, this--
And this--
And this--
Now, I realize that this is just the start, that more flowers and more colors will soon (and, from the looks of it, quite soon) be joining us, but for now, with the snow from last week not even totally melted, it's a sign that maybe—just maybe—all will shortly be right in the world.
Don't believe me about the snow?
So I'm cautiously optimistic, which is waaaaay more optimistic than I was a week ago at this time. Oh, and one more sign of that optimism?
Those are probably still a couple of weeks away. But I get to start obsessing about them now.
And that's a good thing!
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By the by, I have to be in Baraga early tomorrow, so there won't be a new one of these. I shall, however, be on the air, should you be so inclined, and I'll be back with one of these Friday!
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