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And now mud season! After such a cold and snowy winter, the vernal equinox and what lies beyond it cannot come soon enough, right? First ice, now soft mud - when will it end? And yet, though I too long for the warmer and brighter days of spring and the sight of daffodils pushing up through the earth, there is a part of me that wants to hang onto the remnants of winter
- the season of deep blue skies against colorless landscapes; of dark trees outlined in snow. With only weeks now until the official arrival of spring, there's something about this winter, even with all its harshness and hardships, that I just loved and do not feel ready to leave. But the mud reminds me that the passing of the seasons is constant, and whether we are ready or not, change is upon us and embrace it we must!
-Mark Smith
Executive Director
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