Spring is coming

Sitting on my back porch yesterday, watching my dog sniff the ground and air and trees (and everything else), and I looked down and noticed the tips of the tulip bulbs have broken through. Winter is hard, and each time I notice a sign of Spring, new buds on branches, a warm breeze on my skin, sunlight earlier in the morning and late in the evening, each one is a tie unbound from my heart. So I took a Winter reindeer illustration of mine, and brought Spring to it. The first day of Spring is not here yet, but it is coming.


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