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1 - no crud. today marked the first trail ride of the season. wow. everyone was out and about, blossoms, sun, light breeze, smiling faces, dogs, children, familiar roots across the trails, daylight that went on forever. ahhhh. you are right! (Comment this)

2 - M, Winter is over - mostly - when the slate colored juncos leave my back yard. (The house I live in is an architectural ungrammatical sentence. Front and back make no sense. Driving into my little neighborhood cul-de-sac is like entering an old time steam engine roundhouse. All there is to be seen all around are garage doors. The whole idea of "entrance" was subverted by and subjected to builder convenience and ignorance. The back yard, where the juncos spend their winter picking over the ground for seeds, lies outside an eight-foot wide, sliding glass door in my living room.) That was three weeks ago. The black throated sparrows have finished their nests and laid their eggs. Winter manages a few dying night time freezing stabs, but he‘s a cold criminal on the run. The coyotes lie in wait on my roof all night no matter what the weather. (Comment this)

3 - thank you both for your wonderful words. (Comment this)