As I walk to the bakery Saturday morning, it is the birds crossing my path that stick with me. I see the crow’s dark body, flying across the bluest sky, next to the gray bare branches of the trees. Caw. Caw.
As I walk to the bakery Saturday morning, I recall. It was only a week ago that a white blanket covered this ground and the sidewalks and clung to the branches. I walked in the middle of the street, the only cleared walking path. All so still against a gray sky. And all so quiet.
As I walk to the bakery Saturday, the warm sun inches higher and I remove my gloves. A blue jay with a mate and then a cardinal with a mate glide across my path. The ground visible, mostly muddy due to the snow melt, squishes as I trek across the field. Winter becomes spring as I walk. This gives me hope.
Writing Stories by Sally 
Clearly, what a difference a week can make in our world! It was 54 degrees yesterday and snowing, again, today, for me! I am only sure that we are nearer to spring than we were last week or even yesterday!
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I had to leave CT for my aunt’s in South Carolina for a glimpse of spring. There is SO much snow. Maybe at some point in March, I’ll be able to write a post like yours. In the meantime, I appreciate the taking off your gloves and watching the birds. Happy spring to you!
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Who could have guessed that a picture of a tree, sans snow or ice, would bring me so much joy! Your slice captures the feeling perfectly. It was the birds for me too…hearing them chirp this morning was like music to my hears. On to warm weather and on to slicing together this month!
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We are back in the land of the frozen. Good luck with that elusive spring.
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Sunshine, blue sky and birds – when the three come together, I’ll believe spring is on its way.
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winter becomes spring as I walk…….oh, Sally, what an inspiring way to think about all the changes of spring and what is to come as we move from the first day of March to the end. You remind us that as we write today and are beginning to see the signs of spring, we will be in full bloom by the last day of this challenge. There is a lot of noticing to do out there between now and then, and what a gift to be able to bring it to others.
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Sally — this feels like the text of a picture book you could read your beautiful grandbabies! Maybe a project for spring?! I love the sights and sounds of this poem. You immerse the reader in the sound of squishing mud and cawing crows — a feast of sensory details after our cold winter — spring indeed!
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Oh, I’m seeing a theme today in some posts of winter to spring, and I love it. So much hope in springtime coming, isn’t there? It’s a metaphor for our lives. Your sweet details make me walking there with you, and remembering and missing my years spent in climates with four seasons. (Thanks for the book recommendation, Sally. I have it in a shopping cart right now. It looks so sweet, with pokey desert references Milo will love.)
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We are not quite there yet, but I am hopeful, too!
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