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For a long stretch of time, it seemed like spring would not come to Maine in 2020. Winter clung to us as if to say, "But how do I KNOW you'll be back in November? What if you decide not to have winter again? I think I'd better stay a little longer this year." At last, in mid-May, the thaw arrived. Nature has been greening and preening ever since. Spring has been showing off the glory of nature's Creator, displaying calm images of peace in the midst of a troubled world. Spring is my favorite season because of the renewal it brings. Today is the last day of spring. That always makes me a little bit sad, because from now until the first day of winter the days get a little shorter.
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Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 11:11 AM UTC
Came and Went, the Same Old Story
For a long stretch of time, it seemed like spring would not come to Maine in 2020. Winter clung to us as if to say, "But how do I KNOW you'll be back in November? What if you decide not to have winter again? I think I'd better stay a little longer this year." At last, in mid-May, the thaw arrived. Nature has been greening and preening ever since. Spring has been showing off the glory of nature's Creator, displaying calm images of peace in the midst of a troubled world. Spring is my favorite season because of the renewal it brings. Today is the last day of spring. That always makes me a little bit sad, because from now until the first day of winter the days get a little shorter.
Written June 19, 2020
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Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 11:11 AM UTC
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