
But I'll tell you, it sure looks like just the bare beginnings of Spring out there. The country roads are the first sign. The snow starts receding from the very edge of the pavement where they have played with travellers all winter; creeping over the road towards the middle then being pushed back by monstrous plows. Now they retreat from the hard pavement exposing soft, mushy red dirt shoulders. And as they pull back, their once pristine white smatters with grey and black slush. The roads are finally giving back as good as they got. Then there's the bare patches of earth all over the place. Like on the path to the chicken coop, or under the bird feeder and near the vegetable garden. The snow gives ground to the ground.
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I'm not the only one thinking Spring is early this year. Little footy prints abound on the DaM farm now, telling me that the sleep-the-winter away critters are stirring as well. The chickens are increasing the number of eggs laid almost on daily.
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I realize we could have a Winter blast and in a few short hours it will look like the dead of winter again. But I won't be deceived, I know Spring is coming, I have felt her kiss.
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