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Every year, just as the temperature outdoors dips towards reasonable, and the buds and leaves start to unfurl, I think. No! Wait! I’m not ready.

I resist spring.

You see, the problem is, spring just moves too fast. From the first crocus I spot, to the squirrels rocketing about, to the birds waking me up at 5 AM with songs I never seem to recognize from year to year; it could all move a lot slower. I mean, what’s the rush? Summer stretches, winter is the worst kind of hanger on.

Where’s the fire, Spring?

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