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Spring Daylight Saving Time

The clock is turning forward next week, as if a man-made rule inaugurates Spring, or a change in behavior influences nature, like a bird feeder that makes a warbler sing. “Spring is in the air,” says my friend as she sloshes through wet slush and snow on a gray and windy March morning. I’m not convinced and want to know how she can engage and repeat those thoughts with such determination. “Perhaps you expect too much of Spring,” she responds with no hesitation. “Let Winter be Winter and Spring, Spring, with mixture of seasons at both ends, reminding us how nature works, how each and every season blends.” Please leave a comment if you like this.

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Date: 3/9/2019 8:03:00 PM
I like this!!! :) How could I not!? Your thoughts bring a smile. With the weather being so unpredictable lately- how can one know what season it is? Spring is in the air, and it is daylight savings time. Indeed. :) Brandy
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