This is how it is in Chicagoland this time of the year - the calendar shouts spring but old man winter won't let go of his icy grip. The trees out back stand stark, still sleeping against the gray sky. I've searched in vain for the first sign of leaves, but the branches remain smooth waiting for more sunny days ahead.
The trees still slumber this first day of April, but the earth stirs with new life. Bulbs pop up out of the crusty ground with the first splash of color so vibrant you wonder how the rest of the landscape can look so dull. The baby daffodil - the first to bloom - is by Smokey's spot in the garden - a reminder during this Lenten season of rebirth, the awakening of new life.
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