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a story for my New Year’s Prompt Call

Warning... a wee bit maudlin. 

The snow had finally melted.  It had been a long winter - slow-starting but then dumping buckets of snow on us all of February and March and most of April.

It was May 5th, and I could finally see all of the grass, or at least the parts that had survived.  I could see, too, my poor bushes, which had not done well but which were, now, trying to put out the buds they normally would have put out in early March. 

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