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Lady Slippers and Indecisive Rain

“I think it’s going to rain.” Brian said as he looked up at the sky through the canopy of pines.  “What did you say the percentage was?” I shrugged it off.  “Twenty-five percent chance.  I think we’ll be okay.” “Are…
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Fiddleheads

Although this is my twelfth spring in New England (and Brian’s ninth), we still struggle to remember how much later the seasons start than in our native Colorado and Pennsylvania respectively.  The ocean keeps things cooler in the spring and…
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