While on a fungal foray last week, we saw signs of spring in the form of scarlet caps and artist's conch and fiddlehead ferns and trout lillies. Just as you think this world has grasped anew, two inches of wet snow sloshes in the sub-35 degree temperatures . It seems that mother nature is hesitant to change, of letting go of what was, but shifting-- clamoring, for the break that will give way to something more. And perceptibly better.
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