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Signs of Spring
We first appeared like jonquils, too early for real summer, but impatient for winter to end: The neighbors.
It was that kind of winter, where the over the fence chats and the grocery unloading waves just didn't happen. On one side an unseen pregnancy is now a soon to be blessed event. On the other: a formerly swaddled infant is on his feet.
In my tiny pond behind the house, there has been whoopie going on: there are baby fish. I have heard foxes in their spring wooing. One day I see a groundhog, the next day a snake.
Across the way, since the fall, chemotherapy has taken a head of hair but a young mother is beating cancer.
Families have split, some have left, others have made new homes here.
Dog walking season has our dogs in a frenzy, leaving us apologizing to every passerby for the fuss.
A long, wet season. But we're all coming out, the wiser, again to the front lawns and porches of Old Town.
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