Through gray days and cold evenings, we've been waiting for spring. Nora has her favorite signs of spring (the Stahls' dogwood tree starting to bud) and I have some that I look for (snowdrops and daffodils pushing up through last years' pin oak leaves). By far, though, my favorite sign of spring is the first Sunday we spend all afternoon outside catching up with neighbors and running barefoot. By that measure, Spring is here!
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