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Sunday, March 18, 2018

Finding Spring

It's cold outside. There are still piles of snow out there. There's more snow predicted for Tuesday, the first day of spring. But walking around the neighborhood today I found abundant signs that it has already begun to unfold. Here are some. Click to enlarge.



And once again, it is time for my favorite lines from my favorite spring poem. 
"Hounds of Spring" from Atalanta in Calydon by Algernon Charles Swinburne. 

For winter''s rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins; 
The days dividing lover and lover, 
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remember'd is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, 
And in green underwood and cover, 
Blossom by blossom the spring begins. 

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