Rainy and colder today. Nothing seemed in the mood for sex. The swallows weren't fighting over bird house rights. Only two red-winged blackbirds half-heartedly trilled as I walked past. The frogs were silent. I walked into the woods but couldn't find any wild flowers open. I did find some mushrooms but they may have just rehydrated in the rain. No squirrels chasing in the trees. No grouse drumming their wings. Spring is a tango - a few steps forward, suddenly some back, but then a speedy rush across the dance floor, a flourish, and it's summer.
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