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Winter's cold grip is broken
finally by the sunny warmth of spring's earliest days. The earth rejoices! Brown lawns become tinted with green – mostly weeds, but new grass will come close behind. The Bradford pear trees shed their winter-bareness with an outburst of delicate, white blossoms ... such beauty. The tulip trees are ablaze with hundreds of pink blossoms, creating a tree-borne field of gorgeous tulips in the air. Everywhere plants of every description are displaying new growth in celebration of the end of winter's reign. Squirrels chase one another in amorous foreplay, while birds gather the makings of a nest, soon to be egg-filled. Oh, how primitive Man must have been gladdened by early spring days, for they meant he'd survived the meanness of winter. Spring signals the renewal of nature's bounty, a return of comfort and plenty. As spring brightens Man's outside world, it makes his spirit soar above winter's depression. Springtime strikes a chord of hope within Man, hope born of eons of life's renewals.
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