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| What a woodpecker did |
I'm always sorry to see spring go. It launches out from the inanition of winter--pow!--and brings on energy, passion, beauty. It pours down buckets of rain, blossoms forth underfoot and overhead, gives our central heating (and fuel bills) a respite, and makes it simply totally pleasant to be outdoors once again, whether one is weeding the garden, going to the farm stand to buy seedlings, or taking a stroll.
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| Early May |
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| Same scene just twenty days later |
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| Pure green. (Day lilies and ferns) |
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| Fallen blossoms |
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