Day 75: The weather forecast is gruesome: heavy rain followed by rain followed by possible snow, ten days (or more) of certain stay-inside climate without a chance of reprieve, and thus my mind turns to a fervent belief in the coming of Spring, however long it's going to take. The little birds will be chirping, making nests, raising families; the flowers will bud and burst into bloom; the pasture will spring up with fresh growth and the elk will come down to browse the new grass, and the rain and the dreary grey days will become fewer and fewer until we almost wish for one to stop by as a reminder of how it was in winter. It's coming. I do believe. I really do.
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