As the snow melts, the mud piles high and the days gradually grow lighter, a sense of relief is growing within me as I know that the time is near where winter meets its death. The human spirit grows lighter as the darkness lessens, and I begin to long for the latter days of spring and of summer, with all its assorted activities that I so love; bike riding, lawn mowing, cooking outside, tending to flowers and vegetables, watching my herbs grow large and green, reading on the deck with a cup of coffee in the late morning or in the evening, watching the fireflies, walks with the dogs. The oppressive dominion of mind and body by the winter season is finally broken, and at this point in the year, I'm so thrilled to see winter's retreat that I feel happy enough to go stick a maypole in the ground and dance around it, no matter what the neighbors would think. What I most look forward to at this time of year is gardening, when Persephone returns from her time in Hades and fair Demete...
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