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DENNIS PATRICK: THE WONDER OF SPRING |
Spring comes late to the northern plains. The fields have been clothed in drab for months. As spring struggles to free herself from winter’s icy grip that struggle has been known to linger almost into early June.
The eventual conqueror that she is, spring breaks forth in all her glory with an assault on the senses. One of Robert Browning’s sonnets begins, “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.” Forgive the personification, but here is how much I love spring.
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