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Everything comes together to make it happen. All the months of wind and ice, suddenly giving over to bright sun, warm breeze. The maples with their pink flowers. So we went to walk in the swamp--really a flood plain forest,
The blue sky over the gray trees, hung with gray moss, and going down, down to the fluted cones spread out in the water that reflects it all. A choir of frogs suddenly come alive with cheeps and thunks. Walkers stopping everwhere along the path to see and hear, overwhelmed by spring.
The blue sky over the gray trees, hung with gray moss, and going down, down to the fluted cones spread out in the water that reflects it all. A choir of frogs suddenly come alive with cheeps and thunks. Walkers stopping everwhere along the path to see and hear, overwhelmed by spring.