For some people, it’s a tiny green crocus creeping up from the soil that announces the coming of spring. For others, it’s the first yellow branch of forsythia. But for me, it’s the faded blue holes worn into the knees of the kids’ jeans, the very jeans that were dark, crisp, and even a little too long in September. I love seeing those faded blue holes. That’s the first sign of spring for me.
And the next sign of spring? This in my mailbox:
What about you? What are your first signs of spring?
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