This March morning, I’m almost blinded by the sun reflected off the snow still piled deep in my backyard. The day started in the single digits, proving the groundhog was right when he ducked back into his burrow to dream of spring, a spring that was far, far away. Unlike the groundhog, we humans have had … Continue reading The Taste of Snow
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