As I look around me there are new colors and bright vistas everywhere. It is obvious that spring is springing since the buds on all the fruit trees are exploding. The mountain bike trail smells like an old woman's closet after the perfume bottle did the hand grenade move. The concentration of scent just goes way overboard. A little rain and the whole place will be back to its green self and put that old man winter back in hibernation for another year.
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