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It has been snowing off and on since the wee hours of Easter Sunday. I want it to be spring. I want to go to the farmer's market in our town square and get fresh squash and tomatoes (like I was at Liz Smith's house). I want fresh cut flowers and the amazing way they fill the house with their scent. I want to sit out on my balcony in my chair with a glass of wine and devour a book. I want warm sunshine and thin sweaters over tank tops and flip flops without cold toes. I want that morning sun in my windows that makes Oscar's eyes all squinty.
Really, is it too much to ask?
Really, is it too much to ask?