Just when the weather takes a distinct turn for the worse, winds whipping 40 miles per hour across the fields, pummeling the house, barn, and everyone in them with a threat of permanent winter, something very quiet happens.
A bit of green peeks up through the dead brown ground. Not the dessicated green of leaves lingering since the autumn, but robust green, bold and strong, literally pushing the dirt away in order to stretch up towards the sun.
It lends a promise of spring to pull me through the last weeks of winter, as if saying "come on, you can make it, I'll be with you!"
Soon we will celebrate together.
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