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			It's a Miracle 
			 
			 The 
			robins returned in February, signaling that spring was right around 
			the corner. In the meantime, it continued to snow on and off and 
			just last week we had some nighttime temps in the single digits. I’d 
			say we’ve been gradually thawing out for the last month and it has 
			created the usual slush we see at this time of year. It’s been wet 
			from the break-up and the streets and sidewalks have some standing 
			puddles. Our vehicles have gotten splashed with muddy water and are 
			all pretty dirty after a long winter. Not a white shoe time of year 
			if you know what I mean. As the snow recedes, we’ve been finding 
			things that have been invisible to us since the beginning of winter. 
			This morning, E pointed out some doggie doo in our yard (we don’t 
			have a dog) and once, the girls found my camera lens cap down the 
			street on the sidewalk where I had lost it walking home from the 
			Christmas parade. On a sad note, last week a woman walking her dog 
			along the railroad tracks found the body of a young man who had 
			committed suicide earlier this year. 
			 
			Yesterday, winter was not on my good side. It was a cold, dreary day 
			and I was feeling a little grungy like the weather. Although I knew 
			spring was supposed to arrive today, I wasn’t all that convinced 
			even though I concur with Grandpa 
			Davey that this place knows the seasons better than a calendar.
			 
			 
			Looking out the window this morning around 7:15, I was still 
			skeptical. I had heard the weather forecast of mostly cloudy with a 
			high of 55. I was not impressed. We all had some breakfast and some 
			discourse about the arrival of spring in Montana. I was a little 
			disappointed with its apparent delay but Grandpa Davey never wavered 
			in his faith. Lo and behold, while I sat at the table doing some
			blog work, the sun began 
			to shine. As usual, the weatherman was wrong.
			M & E went outside and were 
			elated to feel how warm it was. I was starting to become convinced. 
			A few minutes later, E came inside with a look of astonishment. She 
			had found a tiny flower ready to bloom in our garden. I was a 
			believer.  
			 
			Soon, bright green leaves will burst forth from our Norway Maples 
			and tulips in all colors of the rainbow will grace our gardens. The 
			color of the season will be green! The days will get sunnier and 
			warmer and by the end of May, it will be time to remove our studded 
			tires and plant the vegetable garden. Springtime in the Rockies can 
			be quite unpredictable. We may still get snow and it could be down 
			right chilly, so I’ll still wear my long johns for awhile and carry 
			a jacket. But, there’s no turning back now, as shorts and flip-flops 
			become the casual attire.  
			 
			Words cannot express my utter amazement in how in sync this place is 
			with the seasons. I realize others see seasonal changes elsewhere 
			too, but this is so timely as to be uncanny. And it’s been this 
			reliable since I moved here 4 years ago. As all things created by 
			God, the seasons couldn’t be more perfect. Just when Old Man Winter 
			has worn out his welcome, spring ushers in with all its glory. We 
			are inspired and rejuvenated. It truly is a miracle! 
			©03/20/09 
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