First Spring by Margaret Rose

Springtime. Fresh sprigs of grass poke through last year's thatch. The flapping of wings fills our ears as birds build nests. The first whiff of summer's warmth on top of a cool spring breeze. These are familiar signs of spring to us. What if this was your first spring?  You'd wonder where the snow had disappeared and why you don't have to bundle up in your winter jacket and mittens. You'd smell your first flower and it might make you sneeze.
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