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As I checked my mailbox
for this afternoon’s mail, in the neighbor’s Bradford pear tree, whose recently bare branches now are suddenly all aflame with clusters of small, white blossoms, appearing like thousands of bursting, puffy cotton bolls, with just the merest hint of green from new leaves yet unfurled, a single splash of bright red catches my eye. A male cardinal sits mid-tree, cocking his head, watching four hungry robins hopping upon the brown but greening lawn below, each looking for the first worm that will be seduced by the newly energized sun to climb to the surface to enjoy the warmth and glory of the first 80-degrees day of this year's spring. Ahh, yes, springtime appears to have arrived this morning…
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