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This winter hasn’t been much of a winter at all. But, it is a typical Pennsylvanian winter when there was rain all summer. Today it was fifty degrees outside and like heaven.

This time of year- the transition between winter and spring- the age of 60 degrees and sunny- is my favorite. I feel as if I’m waking up with the rest of the world. Colors begin to emerge around me, the birds are singing again, and oh the blue sky.

I don’t mind mud. I like mud. Mud is wonderful in all of its own ways. Seeing mud in semi-warm weather makes me break out into a wide smile and bright eyes.

Who cares if the skeleton of the world is still showing when the world is waking up?