23 March 2011
Dear Spring,
As you probably know, I have been waiting impatiently for your arrival. After snowstorm upon snowstorm, during endless cold nights and gray days, I have dreamed only of you. I long to feel the warm kiss of your sun on my cheek; I dream of wandering through fields of golden daffodils, cutting armloads of forsythia and hearing the dawn chorus greet the day.
So imagine my surprise when I awoke on Monday morning to ice and snow weighing down the branches of my beloved sugar maple. And although the sight of the brave red buds with their mantle of white was beautiful, it was discouraging as well. And I think, perhaps, that there will be more snow here by the time you read this.
So please, dear Spring, come home soon and stay. I miss you.
xoxo,
Mary
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