With any luck, the last real winter storm of the season has passed. The coffee shops are open again. The ground cover still awakens with frost, but is quick to dew. The daffodils are impervious. And I am in the routine of waking up just before 6 as the dawn light slips through the closed blinds. I can leave Jibs in bed with Ben while I tend to three ver…
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