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Every spring takes me by surprise. More so in Chicago, where the only real sign of the coming of spring is the sudden fuzzy red carpet underfoot, made of fallen silver maple buds. Then next thing you know, it's 90 degrees and there are leaves on all the trees, and it's summer. Here in Richmond, it's a lot more gradual, but it still surprises me when spring arrives. Just when I begin to feel that winter is going to last forever, the ice begins to melt and the birds come back. And now that everything outside is green and growing and blossoming and wonderful, it feels incredible.