As far as the signs of the seasons go, by living in Miami, I miss nature waking from the slumbers of winter most of all. It always starts along the waters edges, first underfoot, then waist high, before soft yellow lime green leaves unfold at the tips of tree limbs. The background palette is still slate gray and raw umber. With the new infusion of life,
it is a time of hope and possibility. A time of new birth. I saw three orange kits (baby foxes) playing at the side of the road up in the country. The city park was filled with dogs pulling their owners into communities. Tomorrow is May first!!! Already? Nature is at play again.
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